CRUISING…
By Leo Mondragon
Everything is different when you are cruising down the boulevard in a convertible.
By the sea.
On a warm and sunny morning.
It´s the closest you will ever get to the word AWESOME. Things and people just pass by you like a daze in a cool shade of blue when you´re driving through the traffic, the hotels, places, cars, street signs, bars and stuff…even the sun gives you a warm smile as it shines high up above you.
You don´t even think about anything at all. You just drive and drive, letting the sensation gets the best of you as the cool breeze hits your face and runs through your hair. On my system Rod Stewart was singing this great song,…“I fooled around and fell in love…I fooled around and fell in love….”
In this mood I passed many streets, many, many streets…muchas amor…a traves de los años....
Man, what a perfect morning! Perfect! Just fucking perfect man! With no worries at all, just cruising down the boulevard, cruising man, just cruising…cruising…
And then it happened, just when I thought this sensation couldn’t get cooler, I felt a slight change in the morning air. I felt my body starting to transform. It started with this creepy feeling in my hands, like if they started sweating like hell…man, it was eerie…It was fucking creepy! But I kept on driving man, I was in the middle of the boulevard! I couldn´t slow down! Then I hit a red light. I stopped and I was just sitting there feeling strange, man, so strange! I looked down to see the car and my legs starting to transform into colors…fuck man! Into a lot of colors! They started creeping up on me, man, just creeping up on me! I could not stop them! In the stop light the people an´ chicks on the street looked at me like saying “what´s wrong with that dude?” “Is he high on something?” Fuck no bitches! I wasn´t high on nothing! I was just cruising! But shit happens you know!
Just then, on my system, Rod Stewart started singing…“love hurts, love scars, love wounds”…and at that point, I started disintegrating…the colors that I had become started mixing with the warm breeze, taking away my convertible and myself into the sunny morning scenario, drifting away into the morning air, the hood of my convertible, the motor, the wheels, my feet, my legs, my body, my arms, my face, my wishes, my dreams, and, alas, my soul, they just went up into the morning air and into the breeze in the form of colors, disintegrating, blending…they just went up there to mix into all of the beautiful colors of the morning by the sea alongside the memory of you…
And this has been the story of my life with you, my beloved queen… Ojala y puedas entender…
