Cervix Before Period Due

When the miles are never enough ............ Rights and responsibilities


Back from my short break ride,

the echoes of our own, not small but intimate valley

had already turned off.

with them the memory of the road,

the leading names in the morning and made

in bars, shops and stores.

have passed so many days

because in my mind came this

sad, stressful and dark noise.

The road .......

shared albeit without much talk.

Kilometer aimlessly,

despite the way he had every time an end.

Anyone familiar with the perpetual movement, which brings mind and body in a rhythmic chant and infinite,

knows that there is a white line or come across to score goals.

Whenever a journey,

unforgettable, unique, intimate, exciting and

exhausting;

poignant and uplifting.

A passion that makes the pedal eternal departure

hours and hours of hard work, and in the banner at the bottom,

see only the beginning of a new route .

say ..... "ah, was not wearing a helmet" ..........

do not know, I was not there .......... I think.

Saying ......... "if he had brought a helmet! ".........

Sure, maybe something ....... I repeat ............

Many things I do not know, as always;

now more than ever, I feel I know and feel a little small,

like a small rider in front of un'irta impossible.

One thing is certain:

now no pedals,

least us and here,

that's what counts.

The rest, as always, are the words of fools Maestrini posthumous

samples of "I told you so" or "do not do this,"

that time have not missed an opportunity

for making fools of themselves and disrespect before suffering.

few times we have gone beyond the "hello", but that was enough.

Just right now,

because if my greeting will arrive, it will

full of strength, determination and passion.

Strength, power and passion that you,

in a few words and many miles,

had any time under the wheels

left behind on the road,

always pursued in that still pedaling.

Hello Guido ....................................... ...............

Angelo