If you can't
look out,
someone
tries to
manipulate
your view
..............
and you.
Time to turn
a blind eye.
What a little
sunshine
can do.
There's alwaysschool keepingan eye at you.
And finally we ride into Oruro along dry sandy roads where dust blows as in a bad Italian Western.
Who's afraid
of
black and blue ?
Dusk
View
from
the
grave ?
Ronnie
the blacknosed
rabbit.
Nobody knows
where he is
at the moment.
A slightly sour taste.