A slow thaw; image that can represent the feeling that begins to emerge in the soul of the rider on Sunday.
CYCLING AROUND THE FIREPLACE ALL HAIL ALSO FOR THIS WINTER.
VA TO HIS RESUME ALSO ANOTHER YEAR CYCLE FOR THOSE WHO CAN NOT THAT AWARDS AND RANKINGS AWAITING THE ARRIVAL. THE FIRE OF PASSION AGAIN LIFE IS FRIENDLY THE WINTER EVENING SLOWLY HAIL.
There is fire and fire. What I mean usually everyone is living like many others. Need to eat to live (wood), and to breathe (oxygen). As men. How much of this is greedy. The more the give, the more he wants. You do not get tired of. If we see that something you try to take away the threat, hot tongue moving in any direction to protect themselves. Bites you, you mark, sometimes it kills you. If he wants to treat him as if the "food" that is well seasoned by air and if breathing is plenty to do, you reciprocates. The monster diventa buono, si lascia usare. Una specie di amico, che ti bisbiglia qualche parola da dentro la fornace della stufa.
A volte non si limita a parlare. Lo senti canticchiare dentro la stufa tutto contento, perché si sta mangiando della legna asciutta e buona, che magari gli hai appena buttato nelle fauci. A volte senti un soffio arrivare dalla stufa. Come se ci fossero dei diavoli che vi respirano dentro. Allora il fuoco deve combatterli, circondarli, ucciderli con pazienza, inghiottirli solo dopo averli soffocati. Intanto ti riscalda, ti fa compagnia. Mentre lui vive, ti aiuta a vivere meglio se lo sai usare.
Ora lui serve ancora. Ma la stufa sa che nell’arco di una decina di giorni comincerà a mangiar di meno. I pezzi di legna più if there is delicious jelly during the holidays. We have the slices of panettone? She has. ... Slices of larger trees. This is a fire. The other is different.
The winter roads are divided into two worlds: where the sun comes up, and where the star does not reach (for now). There are enough cyclists. Perhaps more than in past years this month. The winter no longer exists in cycling. The naturalness of many cyclists is controlled by the magazines. We must stop, otherwise we come off in February from friends who do not wait for sure. Cycling is an important means of aggregation among the trained people. And the others? "They will come from .... the way the know ... "Bell'aggregazione!
My friend is preparing. Soon I will return to scarrozzarlo back and forth.
The bike is neat as when I bought it. The chrome, over the years, have lost the brilliance of that period, but the rest is the same. The streets are always the same, even if frost has, again, changed the face, cracks, holes, a manhole has shaken the asphalt cap over his head. The pieces are scattered all around.
25 years cycling make these jokes. They are a goal that gives a quarter of a century of empty water bottles, and used to emulate the greatest champions cycling; Gigi Sgarbozza, Davide Cassani, Silvio Martinello .... that axis! The season starts for cyclists on Sunday. To the south and center, perhaps you will be stopped three weeks, but here the music is different. We will move en masse only in a few days.
The bike is still asleep. I have heard some whispering. For now it is still a weak voice. Nothing could be easier than dreaming of when we come again on top of some steps. I do not think there will be a long to wake up. Then the spokes will stretch for good, ask me what the weather outside and if it's cold. When I question these things, it means he's thinking that maybe it's time to run back again. For me it will
cycling silver wedding. Where is the pump to inflate the tires? ...
We have the helmet.
Guderzo the W! (But this remains between us ...)
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