I'm sitting on this fucking milestone in the middle of nowhere on that sunny street. I look at the feet of my bag. A storm is coming ... I know. The clouds from the mountains behind me to go off with their load of shit on this plain, overthrow the end of the world between lightning and thunder. Appearance and contemplate the horizon waiting for a small cloud of dust that signals the end of waiting. A front-page newspaper flutters slowly to my feet. I lift the boot block and the sheet. A fool kills motorists on roads that have the misfortune to give a lift to the monster. A slight breeze brings to my nostrils the scent of wet earth rise on the boots ... and the monster of the provincial flies off behind my back to the storm. A slight hum on my head gives confirmation to what I thought. I settle on his hat and wearing a long raincoat. The light takes on a strange pigment and much of the sky changes color. Lead Lead ... sky, low and bad. A small cloud of dust on the horizon gives me an adrenaline rush. Soon I will have company. A few large drops of rain crashing on my hat I cracking. A mighty thunder shook the air around me. The car is now visible. It starts raining thick. The rain always gives me a hand, shake the minds of those who are to protect the passenger compartment. I poor traveler, in that time ...
... I do not look at the camera slows down, pulls me close to a crawl while the flashes above the roar of thunder that stops the machine. You can not go more than a poor under this wrath of God on ... Stop ... stop reverse light off. I have to laugh ... shit.
The car stops next to me. The window goes down and a guy with glasses getting me screams that gives me a lift to the first station service.
thank and smile. Two lightning without thunder this time. A horn sounds and that a trickle of blood coming down abundant along the temple of the type with glasses that have now been shattered.
I sniff the air and watch the horizon ... "thank you ... but I like the rain "...
The rain becomes lighter and closer to the mountains and in the distance behind me, you can barely hear the horn ...
Unless ...
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