sitting on my backpack i was looking up at the sky.
was grey and the light was trembling. Soon the rain was going to start feeding the land.
i was not showing my thumb anymore to an empty street. no cars where passing trough.
i was hoping to find a damn ride to south, to the idea that i builded up in my mind related to my new homeplace, for a bit, wanaka.
i had just few NZ dollars in my pcket, and those, those had to be enough to get me to my next job.
40 dollars, 20 euro.
yeah right i had an escape trough my family credit card. but no. i had to do it on my own!
the day after was going to be my day.
28 years ago i was born
and i wasn't to happy to be the day before in a foreigner land standing on the side of the street.
only my everlasting friend, the road.
but was my choice to be happy that day and the same day.
i was going to be happy.
just few days before i met a beautiful woman: yasmine. i was keeping that lady in my heart.
i'm sitting on a chair waiting a phone call. it's still to warm right now, seem's that people don't want to spend money in a week on the snow.
i sell holiday on the snow.
most day i fell foreigner like almost never i felt around the world
it's hard to find air to breath while i ride my bike trough the traffic.
too many seriuos people around.
too many talking about problems and not enough caring about what's important
i'm surrounded by people and i have my van to sleep in tonight.
but i kind of fell weird
but i can be happy
right now and tomorrow tomorrow will be the day for me to celebrate me.
the end of my 29 years in this planet
thanks mother earth
yes i'll be happy
today and tomorrow
a drop from the sky felt
a car stopped
was going south
i sleep in the side of a street in a van
this society doesn't like me
but i steep in, inside my word, inside me.
no one can touch my richness
because is just me
jonny must surrend