A pesar del fuerte viento de levante, (uno de los días más complicados), he ido con mis perras a Tarifa, a la zona del Arte y Vida donde, gracias al pinar, se puede estar un poco resguardado. He llevado la Nikon D90 y el Nikkor 80-200 mm por si acaso, y me he traído unas cuantas fotos de la "Tarifa surfera" de verdad. Sin sol, sin público y sin pamplinas.
Driving through the long night Trying to figure who's right and who's wrong Now the kid has gone. I sit belted up tight, She sucks on a match light, glowing bronze, steering on. And I might be more a man if I stopped this in its tracks And said come on, let's go home. But she's got the wheel, And I've got nothing except what I have on.
When you're driving with the brakes on, When you're swimming with your boots on, It's hard to say you love someone And it's hard to say you don't.
Trying to keep the mood right, trying to steer the conversation from The thing we've done. She shuts up the ashtray and I say it's a long way back now hon And she just yawns. And we might get lost someplace So desolate that no one where we're from would ever come But she's got the wheel and I've got to deal from now on.
But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide, Nothing's gonna make me break from her side.