America by vespa on route 66 book trailer 2020

PRESENTATION of my book, of my big dream:
I knew nothing about America other than what my dreams had been telling me: I wanted to travel the Mother Road. Lots of people told me not to go, saying bad things about the place: that place doesn’t exist anymore, they kept saying, America doesn’t even exist anymore. But whenever I thought about it I felt something in my stomach that was almost pain! Maybe I set out on an unsuitable vehicle in order to go slow even though I could otherwise have gone fast, and my dream explodes in a big country. Everything I’ve always dreamed of beats inside my soul, changing my life forever. Along the road people hug us, bless us, give us hospitality and live our dream as if it were their own. Those hugs are so powerful that they allow usto throw ourselves headlong into thunderstorms while lightning strikes the ground only feet away from us... I leap into that road and find a beautiful America; on the burning hot asphalt I brush by poisonous snakes and spiders while listening to the song of the coyotes, and together with them I gaze at the moon from that place/non-place known by the bad name of Death Valley; I touch heaven while standing in hell, motionless at the bottom of the valley while the sky from Chicago to Los Angeles runs above me. I skid between dream and reality until I no longer distinguish between them. I almost need help because my emotions are too strong. I travel with a huge electric guitarsuspended in the sky playing rock music. I wrote this book for the angels I met, and to tell those who think America is nothing but war and business: Hey man, you’re wrong! The Americans of the street still exist. The eyes of a homeless person, of a waitress, of a motel owner, can still see beyond, and if you look at them closely, you can see what I saw, you can see them looking beyond. The little Vespa was my soul which humbly and slowly brought me across a country’s people in a place where dreams still grow, a place where you can regrow your wings if you want and the strong wind carries you up high to where, if you’re quick enough, you can give God himself a high five! Giorgio Serafino
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