The white line on the gray asphalt
? interminable
I seem to see it flowing into my eyes
from an eternity?
? always in the afternoon I'm in full travel
arriving? tonight
the highway from here? the only certainty I have
of seeing you again today
of spending another night with you
otherwise what? in the middle of this river of cars
that doesn't make me feel the kilometers
that brings me to you
the light of a story? much more? strong
of the doubts that one has
remain alone waste more time
not knowing the truth?
the motorway? what? ? the only answer I have
to meet each other's eyes
to spend another night with you
otherwise what is it? in the middle of this river of cars
that doesn't let me breathe thinking about you
that brings me to you
that doesn't make me feel the kilometers
that brings me to you
the highway from here
the highway from here

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