One more cup of tea and I will go on.
The Wind whisper out there, carrying the sand and the rest of this godforsaken desert. I drum my fingers over the gross desk, wood without any paint who can hide the termite trail… You know, I could be now in anywhere, in some five stars restaurant, or any luxury nightclub with a Whisky in my hand. I could have anything: houses, cars, friends and girlfriends. Everything disposable, one night stand, like any portion of anything they give to you on a plane. I could have anything I want, but I preferred stay here, on a roadside bar in the middle of the desert, near to a canyon in the end of the world. Continuar lendo