Wanneer ik heb niets (When I have nothing)
I’ve been left – with- and without nothing, so quick and so painful, and so sad. And nothing could make me smile just with fluttering eyes. But who would’ve thought […]
Author Archives: MotoPoet
Day 12 – On Doodoo and Beer
Woke up at a decent time and slowly packed my stuff, I’m still not good at this game and constantly try to change how things are packed hoping to find […]
When the mountains crumble.
I’m a bit nervous today, sick like. And of health. I’m weakened by the simple thoughts That taint the spirit It’s tough to be alive, for sure. And for short. […]
Day 11 – !Mexico lindo y querido!
I must admit, this is one nerve-racking day. I’m afraid of things going wrong, not having the right paperwork, not having data on my phone, not being strong enough to […]
Days 9 – 10 Espinaca and Family
As much as I want to be in Mexico already, I still have to head south to the border. Based on advice from the previous day I opted for crossing […]
Uneasiness
Suddenly the mind takes over, A moist feeling slithering through the rounded bone, a tingle all throughout, raised hairs, chicken skin, out of breath And you can almost see […]
Day 8 – On Doughnuts
Woke up to the smell of coffee and breakfast. Pat and Diana had brought a bunch of delicious egg burritos and as soon as I walked out of the kitchen […]
Days 5-7 On Explosions, Homelessness, and Gambling
During these days there wasn’t much going on. I mostly focused on getting to Austin to prepare for my border crossing… Last night was a great first camping night of […]
Day 4 – Ride, Rest, Reflect, Repeat
Today I woke up feeling fresh. Not only did I rest up yesterday, but I also experienced one of my favorite motorcycle rides ever – granted, I’m no expert, but […]
Cold Spring, NY
Se encontraron las masas en aquella esquinita floja. Los niños no supieron distinguir el mal del bien, creo que la sanidad no los dejaba. Y por un instante pasamos desapercibidos. […]
