El joven ciclista

El brillo en los ojos es una cualidad de inteligencia, de astucia, una propiedad que demuestra raciocinio. Una mirada brillante siempre demuestra temeridad, determinación, una mente dispuesta a lograr una meta.

Un joven con autodeterminación se encuentra entre la rebeldía y la inexperiencia. El riesgo es constante, el peligro es cosa de todos los días, en el trabajo, el barrio, la familia. Solamente el peso de los años dejará en paz el arriesgado oficio de vivir al límite. La vejez es una joya aperlada de la vida para tener cansancio.

Pero eso no le sucederá al joven ciclista de pueblo, su vehículo era una bonita pieza pintada y armada al gusto. Rodada 20, el sillín más elevaddo que la media, manillar descuadrado, llanta gruesa atrás y delgada adelante. De tono frío el cuadro, de colores flameantes los rines, todo accesorio de color oscuro.

Un medio día salió de mi vista, atravesó la calle principal como siempre, y sin saberlo, salió de la vida en dos ruedas, le arrolló un tractocamión dándole muerte. Se fue, lastimosamente, sobre el artefacto que luchó tener como símbolo de libertad, como su mirada.

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The sparkle in the eyes is a quality of intelligence, of cunning, a property that shows reason. A bright look always shows recklessness, determination, a mind ready to achieve a goal.

A young man with self-determination finds himself between rebellion and inexperience. The risk is constant, the danger is a thing of every day, at work, the neighborhood, the family. Only the weight of the years will leave the risky job of living on the edge alone. Old age is a pearl jewel of life to be tired.

But that will not happen to the young town cyclist, his vehicle was a beautiful piece painted and assembled to taste. Rolled 20, the saddle higher than the average, skewed handlebars, thick rim at the back and thin at the front. The frame is cold in tone, the wheels are flaming colors, all accessories are dark.

One noon he left my sight, crossed the main street as usual, and without knowing it, he left life on two wheels, a tractor ran over him, killing him. He went, unfortunately, on the artifact that he struggled to have as a symbol of freedom, like his gaze.

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