FIRST POETRYThe road was deserted but they enjoyed beautiful landscapes, sometimes a little bird leaned on the mirror of Zandi, it stayed bit and then it went away, Demetrio began to whistle a tune and Zandi took from her schoolbag a little book with a pen and she started writing.
After few hours of travel and having done a good bit of the road, Zandi on the trip alternated to write something and look from the window, occasionally she stopped pedalling leaving the task to Demetrio but only when the road was downhill, the boy made became aware of the vehicle he was driving, above all improving when an obstacle or some isolated curve appeared on the road.
--What are you writing?--
-- When I have time, I like to write thoughts, poems --
-- What are poems? --
--Good question, mmm let's se
