"Vagabond shoes, why did you roam?
Why did you take me far from home?
Far from the hills, and the rivers, and streams,
chasing a crazy ghost of a dream"
"Vagabond shoes, you've gone a stray
Happiness lies the other way
So, turn around, turn around
away from the blues...
Take me home again, home again, home again vagabond shoes"
Miles de historias que convergen, un instante; miles de historias ciegas ante las demás. Vienen y van, sin leerse unas a otras, solo dejando la estela irrecordable de su existencia.