Everything's gone green

This was the end of the world as we know it, and there were so many people. I remenber a gypsie lady, out of the Eureka Bakery with long black hairs, golden hoops on her ears, and her "moustache(d)" companion.
Hiking up & down 2 mountains around, I pictured a fallen tree, the rocks & rugged wilderness above the valleys, the tantalizing arms, fingers and palms of the seas.I walked in woods full of waived trunks like still belly dancers.The day before a weird vertical cloud had appeared behind a hill; but though I did my best, I lost the photograph.
Hit the road 4 hundreds km more : a fox squad, pink flamingoes, a condor family, plus a guanaco looking at me during 10 seconds & it felt like "who said why ?" Empty huge plains again, the dusk on the run. Slept the nite in the motel Frontera with nothing else than the sky and the wind. Heading west with the sheperds throught those ocre, green, brown lands, then along a bahia Inutil a forgotten town named like the Future. 

Sailed across the Magellan strait, an impetuous body of water, I had been sick as hell. I also lost my clothes in the middle of nowhere and found a pair of blue jean in a tree. Another border further, a spaniard couple dumped me apples & oranges.
Entering a pub un this great wild emptiness, I heard Joey Ramones's voice on the radio echoeing from the deep canyons of Manhattan. Petrol, dust, homemade chocolate & new roads on the trail of the Sundance Kid. The grand glaciars : ice, rocks and water converging toward eachother in a parade of bangs, splashes and cracks, while a few words spread out of the visitor mouth call it all "la potencia della naturalesa".