Lucifer fell asleep during the trip to the south,
(but just a little)
because in the morning I had to decide
yes, having crossed the river,
and said goodbye to the moon,
when no dog was already barking
there was no smoke coming from any store
no voice was heard,
I had to take the left
or the right of the road.

It was better not to stop
do not even think about the heat
but attack without thinking to the left or right.
Either that, or we approach the middle way
A green granite wasteland
where one lived meanwhile
and learned a lot more
that after the exhaustion of a hasty decision,
or the absolute ruin of the right decision.