chipping through the city on my bike. Five kilometers
and joy to ride even more complicated thoughts.
not feel cold as I am wrapped in my winter began.
air while small touches my dislikes are abandoned daily by continuous cycling and reading. The sun
warms the asphalt and the days follow one another between a backhand volley in the back and a demi of the past.
remain the thousand thoughts that grip on clay legs, brain, and arm.
points, miles and thoughts.
runs already in March, including alleged spring days and rainy while boring through the long straight carcinogen escapes under the wheels of trust folding.
But something is missing. A beer drinking at the bar chatting with a true friend.
The impatience of the existential lies in a sad lettuce sandwich eaten at the monitor of a computer.
A shot breaks the unpredictable balance. In that service
ripped the unnecessary suffering of a traveling companion ever known enough.
A smile on his face. A straight away lungolinea the existential impatience of lettuce.
A volley.
Game. Game. Meeting.
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