Pasan las horas, se pasan los días Las noches, excesos que corren de más Tus vicios, los míos, tu sexo y mi sexo Hoy mi pasado me vuelve a atrapar Y al mirar las estrellas Siento que ya se fue I belonged to no one who belonged to everyone, who had nothing who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzles and dizzied me. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired any more except to make our lives into a work of art. LIVE FAST. DIE YOUNG. BE WILD. AND HAVE FUN. I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I Ride. I Just Ride.* Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them? I Have. I Am Fucking Crazy. But I Am Free.