Ballad Of The Bicycle: In The Park

We are in a park. It's six o'clock. Although it is winter, spring time ago.

I love these days, the air is clean and fresh and the colors of sky and earth have the intensity of the things that are born to life. My bike and I have been sleeping long hours doing nothing. I see the world go by in front of me. Before I only knew it, I've become an object of this place, as the stone bench where I sit.

A woman walks beside me runs very fast, his face contorted, gasping, would say the run of the passage of time or the past. An old man walks: he walks slowly, carefully. Drag your feet and your eyes stare at the ground, as if learning to decipher the mystery of this earth that one day soon, will return.

A musician plays the accordion in a statue. Next to the fountain, a little further, the lady who check the cards has the face and hands swollen, hardened by the cold weather. Leaning against the railing of the lake, a "camel? beckons a guy who is coming. Their hands touched for an instant.

The selling waffles and crazy smile and look at the sky. The bomber meditate and understand that one will never kill. Sitting among some withered flowers, a lonely guy waiting for the miracle of a kiss that makes you vibrate.

Women, elderly and children ... parents. One day tramps lost their way. The murmur of the water and the breeze, the tents of the lake with his eyes seem to stare into space. The silence and noise, the voices ... the world. My world. My senses are impregnated with it.

Time passes. The sun is setting. I feel the wheel of life has been in a mad one day more, and my heart shrinks. A heady feeling of seeing the speed with which changes everything, while my soul remains lost in a long time without know eternity.

I look at my bike, "Dear friend, we have to go a little further. A life begins at every turn. A wonderful life. Chaotic and terrifying at times, but always a fascinating life. Life is a mystery to be lived with full intensity. Cycling friend, you know? There is so much hope in this moment?.

? Angel Steps