Installing Aqua Tech Filters

Seventy per hour on the road,
background music,
seven and one quarter before dinner,
yonder mountains, and
expanded traces of a fire-red sun.
Go, go ...
Check the tachometer, and
those heights again. The brain
reset,
tired, full, dazed,
but now, finally, at peace.
Peace unmotivated, disrespectful peace,
because the peaks are on the horizon, and you
the main road that connects you to the world,
where the peaks are illogical,
where the sun leaves only signs at sunset.
Peace of nostalgia or peace of truth, peace
illusion or longing for peace ...
And I would not turn over,
to go straight to the mountains,
to look out over the limit and contemplate the sun ...
But now the world
is a road that ends, and you with her.
What are the peaks around if there is a flatness?
What is a red sun, then if the darkness prevail? Then
a mirage, a dream, a doubt, the state
transformed
not flatter, lit
and around joy and singing,
wonder, gratitude and tears.
You look in the mirror and difficult to recognize,
carried out and follow this road
you do not know where you're going
but you do not care because you understand.
The sun behind the mountains has got your eyes, and let
to him to surprise you.