Half asleep, I yawn, waiting for the coffee to quell this obsessive desire to rub my eyes continuously. So, without any particular destination, I drive aimlessly, at the mercy of the deserted asphalt tongues, abrasive and full of grit and salt, which stretch before me in sinuous curves. The windshiel… more
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