Still working

I'm working, I'm working hard, under this heat, African heat. I'm tired, but I'll still working. My cycle is changing its head, from red to orange/red. I'm not a carriage maker, but I've a good fist of patience.

It's an hard job, but someone must do it. Yesterday was an interesting day: for a possible site I've to make, for the pleasure to see again old friends of friends and for the friendship of actual friends. Well, my mind is thoughts-free and I sleep on all of the seats I discover on my way.