Memorias de la Carretera
Miguel Rios
Road Memories
The bars, the crossings
The bittersweet taste
Sleepless nights
Girls with no owner
The narcotic smell of gasoline
The sixties, the amphetamines
The summer light
Distant poles
Fast cars
Ferocious years
The continuous line that divides the road
The radio playing that killer blues
Cassettes and joints in the glove compartment
Feeling your blood racing
The road leading to new frontiers
Small stories of the road
Reaching the finish line
Or biting the curb
Shooting stars
Wrecking yard flowers
All for the glory that the stage gives
All for the homeland of living without schedules
To see your face on billboards
To hear your name whispered by waitresses
To see your CDs at gas stations
Telling stories of the road
The pebbles
The cliffs
The minefields
Stolen kisses
The painted wings of dawn
Sharp curves, crossroads
Having a rock band as a flag
And a good medicine kit for hoarseness
Toasting to the dreams of my wandering soul
And singing my road memories
Road memories
Road memories
Road memories
