i perfectly remember the vinyl of the album of jackson browne, the road, i had it in my hands for so many times, staring at the road, this long road with a not defined end, a not defined destination but a beautiful road to be on.
I am not sure if at that age i was able to get that point or i was just attracted by the image, anyway it happened to think about that album and that cover while i was driving to the north of my island, and those nice clouds surrounded me, maybe not even now i got the real meaning of what a “road” means.

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Highways and dancehalls, A good song takes you far
Your write about the moon And you dream about the stars
Blues in old motel rooms Girls in daddy’s car
You sing about the nights And you laugh about the scars
Coffee in the morning cocaine afternoons
You talk about the weather And you grin about the rooms
Phone calls long distance To tell how you’ve been
Forget about the losses, you exaggerate the wins
And when you stop to let ‘em know
You’ve got it down
It’s just another town along the road

The ladies come to see you
If your name still rings a bell
They give you damn near nothin’
And they’ll say they knew you well
So you tell ‘em you’ll remember
But they know it’s just a game
And along the way their faces
All begin to look the same
And when you stop to let ‘em know
You got it down
It’s just another town along the road

Well it isn’t for the money
And it’s only for a while
You stalk about the rooms
And you roll away the miles
Gamblers in the neon, clinging to guitars
You’re right about the moon
But you’re wrong about the stars
And when you stop to let ‘em know
You got it down
It’s just another town along the way