Infiernillo
Humming the chant of the motor. The radio is off, the windows up and the wind is unnoticeable, just a constant aummmm and my eyes fixed on the horizon. Right in the centre of my vision, a point spits asphalt and white lines. The rest is fuzzy; a dusty and dry landscape funnelled through the…
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