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No es este el relato de hazañas impresionantes, es un trozo de dos vidas que cursaron juntas un determinado trecho.

El plan: 8.000 kilómetros en 4 meses.
La meta: Explorar un continente que solo conocíamos por los libros.
El método: La improvisación.

Mientras más lejos íbamos, mas podíamos sentir al mundo cambiando... o quizás éramos nosotros.

The Motorcycle Diaries.

I should be going over my English speech, making sure everything is where it should be, and making sure I am content with it.

But I can't.

It's the music, mon. It drives me crazy, I can't go a second without replaying it in my head. Then his voice comes, repeating the same sentences over and over again.



I actually think this is the first time I've had a crush on an actor. But, meh, it's not just him, it's his character as well.



Motorcycle Diaries has completely changed my perspective on Che Guevara.

From evil communist freak, murderer and thief to someone with a heart to say the least.



There is probably about a 1,000 other things I could be saying now, about school, projects, friends, fanfiction or even the feared key-theif. But no, not today.



I know I should probably feel ashamed about posting this up, but I don't.

I really like his face expression in this, I shite you not, that is actually what makes me like it.

And if it wasn't, I'd just come out and say it.

This isn't the tale of heroic feats, it's about two lives, running parallel for a while.

The plan: 5,000 miles in 4 months.
The goal: To explore a continent
they had only known in books.
The method: improvisation.

The further they went, the more they could feel the world changing...or maybe it was them.

The Motorcycle Diaries