
(i) diarios de motocycleta
music by gustavo santaolalla
the amazing photo by mamazmeilor
Some things never seem to change kids still call each other names. Should get better, but it's sad and strange. Every insult still the same. Growing up in small town hell, they bide their time till the dinner bell, take a swing with a bag, and they wait by the school gate. All this pushin and shovin when you need a little lovin, a little human kindness but where you gonna find it?
So you close your bedroom door and you kneel down on the floor cause you don't want to get caught packing the bag that your mother doesn't even know you bought.
You've been balanced on a knife, will the city save your life? Your life is waiting for you, love is waiting for you.
..so pack your cigarettes and your A-Z it'll be just like that book you read!