I jump into my car, turn on the ignition and press the starter button…
As the tired 49 years old engine starts, and I glimpse on the rear view mirror the small puff of white smoke,
As I engage the 1st gear, and start hearing the different noises that come from the many still ongoing mechanisms,
As I turn on the old Becker Mexico, and push the wonder bar looking for a nice song,
As I shift gears, climb hills, avoid water puddles, and drive on small empty roads…
I can’t but think of you…
I miss you sitting next to me on the red bench seat, making fun of the car, calling it “tombor”, laughing, complaining, and talking, talking, talking…
I miss enjoying these crazy little things with you!
I miss living with you…
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