Bye bye, mon cowboy

I was in a field, walking. There were gatherings of houses every now and then but I prefered to stay in the field. I was wearing a t-shirt and a jean and with the cold and the rain it wasn't quite comfortable. I also had my violet backpack, the one of the camino. Wasn't too heavy. Somehow even if it is full this backpack has never been too heavy. Maybe because everytime I have it on, I'm traveling, I'm moving, I feel free...


I knew it was the day but for some reason, it was as dark as night. Only a faded light let me see where I was going. 


I stopped by a tree to sit down. I put my backpack there. People came around, running. They were in a hurry, talking very loud, screaming in a language I couldn't understand. They were rushing to a hill and they made me feel the urge to climb it too. For some reason I totally trusted these strangers. So I ran too up the hill. Once I was there I realized I forgot my bag, so I came back. 


The bag was still there, but empty. I had lost everything... my passport, my money, my cards. My clothes. I knew from that moment that I could never go back home again. I was completely crushed down. I felt naked and alone. I took my bag and my camera fell down. It cheered me up. I thought ''At least I still have my pictures of him''. 


Yup. I recalled it while I was walking in town. It was dark and rainy and I realized the city was totally different when there were no more Sudtiroler walking somewhere in its streets. And I thought ''but I keep my memories''. 


And I remembered my dream.












Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
And I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to New Orleans.

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby's hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done,
Hey Bobby baby? kept me from the cold.

One day up near Salinas,I let him slip away,
He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for just one yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing, that's all that Bobby left me, yeah,
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.



Lord, I'm calling my lover, calling my man,
I said I'm calling my lover just the best I can,
C'mon, hey now Bobby yeah, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah,
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!