Vesuvio: momento para el último martini

When the shadow of the grasshopper
Falls across the trail of the field mouse
On green and slimey grass as a red sun rises
Above the Western horizon silhouetting
A gaunt and tautly muscled Indian warrior
Perched with bow and arrow cocked and aimed
Straight at you it's time for another martini

[traducción automática:
Cuando la sombra de los saltamontes
Cae en la pista del ratón de campo
El Slimey hierba verde y rojo como un sol
Por encima del horizonte occidental silhouetting
Un adusto y guerrero indio tensada musculosos
Encaramado con arco y flecha y amartilló encaminadas
Recto en que es el momento para otro martini]

Golden Gate

[gélida primera travesía ciclista del Golden Gate en 2008 /
este año seremos cuatro y hará calor (espero)]

[turbador consejo que encuentras en medio del puente]

Llegando a San Francisco con Forrest y Scott

If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there
For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair
All across the nation such a strange vibration
People in motion
There's a whole generation with a new explanation
People in motion people in motion
For those who come to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there

Scott McKenzie

El 29/6/1990 ellos también estuvieron aquí

Ruta 66: la carretera de Will Rogers

"El fenómeno Will Rogers es una paradoja aparente que ocurre cuando movemos un elemento de un conjunto a otro y comprobamos que tras la operación crece la media de ambos conjuntos. Este fenómeno está fundamentado en la cita jocosa del comediógrafo Will Rogers: When the Okies left Oklahoma and moved to California, they raised the average intelligence level in both states. (Cuando un poblador de Oklahoma se desplaza a California, la inteligencia media de ambos estados crece)." De la wiki.

Ruta 66: la carretera madre

Tupelo: Elvis Jail House Rock

[En Tupelo, Elvis Presley Birthplace]

The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin and the joint began to swing.
You shouldve heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock.
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,
Little Joe was blowin on the slide trombone.
The drummer boy from illinois went crash, boom, bang,
The whole rhythm section was the purple gang.
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock.
Number forty-seven said to number three:
Youre the cutest jailbird I ever did see.
I sure would be delighted with your company,
Come on and do the jailhouse rock with me.
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock.
The sad sack was a sittin on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin all alone.
The warden said, hey, buddy, dont you be no square.
If you cant find a partner use a wooden chair.
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock.
Shifty Henry said to bugs, for heavens sake,
No ones lookin, nows our chance to make a break.
Bugsy turned to shifty and he said, nix nix,
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks.
Lets rock, everybody, lets rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin to the jailhouse rock.
(words & music by jerry leiber - mike stoller)

Equipajes

Ruta 66: el gran camino diagonal

“De pronto él y yo vimos el país entero como si fuera una ostra abierta; y tenía perla, ¡tenía perla!” Jack Kerouac, En el camino

Ruta 66: la calle principal

“Todavía nos quedaba mucho camino. Pero no nos importaba: la carretera es la vida.” Jack Kerouac, On the road