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Los trenes y el ciclista



Las mañanas de los pueblos del Golfo son iguales que todas las mañanas de los pueblos del Golfo. Con pequeñas diferencias, los habitantes zafiros de los pueblos chicos juran y perjuran una individualidad combinada con cierto orgullo mezclado con vergüenza. Una soberbia que el medio se los permite.

Sin embargo, históricamente esta personalidad de los habitantes es trágica, cómica y olvidada. Los medios son escasos de alcance y de recursos. La vida es reducida de memoria, la hormona es rápida para reaccionar, las mujeres y los hombres son felices a corto plazo. La vida está representada en movimiento, la niñez es una fuerza ondulada, la madurez y la juventud son ecos de ondulaiones. 

Una metáfora entre trenes y ciclistas; en ella, entre otra cosas, se menciona que los trenes del trópico tienen tecnolgía aplicada a la velocidad para llevar rápidamente a pasajeros y mercancias, a través de horarios, funcionarios, máquinas y empleados; mientras que el ciclista, con la misma finalidad, se recrea en el camino, lleva la velocidad que desea y disfruta de un trabajo casi en solitario, casi pasajero.

Así fue la existencia frente a mis ojos de niño, los camiones, los autos, las motocicletas, se me han hecho cápsulas que sujetan a sus usuarios a condicionarse a un espacio y a una secuencia de acciones predeterminadas; mientras que bajo esa misma mirada, la bicicleta fue mi mascota de compañía en los viajes libres explorando el mundo de la infancia, fue mi camarada para mostrarme las liberaciones de los espacios abiertos.





The mornings in the Gulf towns are the same as all the mornings in the Gulf towns. With minor differences, the sapphire inhabitants of the small towns swear and perjure an individuality combined with a certain pride mixed with shame. A pride that the environment allows them. However, historically this personality of the inhabitants is tragic, comic and forgotten. The means are limited in scope and resources. Life is memory short, the hormone is quick to react, women and men are happy in the short term. Life is represented in movement, childhood is an undulating force, maturity and youth are echoes of undulations. A metaphor between trains and cyclists; In it, among other things, it is mentioned that the trains of the tropics have technology applied to speed to quickly carry passengers and goods, through schedules, officials, machines and employees; while the cyclist, for the same purpose, recreates on the road, takes the speed he wants and enjoys an almost solitary, almost temporary job. This is how life was in front of my eyes as a child, trucks, cars, motorcycles, I have been made capsules that subject their users to condition themselves to a space and to a predetermined sequence of actions; While under that same gaze, the bicycle was my companion pet on free trips exploring the world of childhood, it was my comrade to show me the liberations of open spaces.

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