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Septiembre

Los elementos de la existencia se parecen todos. El inicio, el desarrollo y el inevitable final de las cosas. En un parpadeo transcurren los tiempos, desde el comienzo de la vida hasta su culminación, y durante esos dos extremos se entrelazan distintas vidas y diferentes muertes. En un circular movimiento eclíptico de esferas entre el expansivo tiempo de los espacios. Humanidad, eres tu propio verdugo a través de tus invenciones.

Por sobre la eterna Historia, devienen los objetos de la civilización, y entre ellos, como un invento cónclave de la mente creativa del sapiente Hombre, se halla la sutileza y elegancia de la bicicleta, ese juego de equilibrio sobre ruedas, un deseo del viento, la mano invisible de la mecánica. Siempre apreciada como una herramienta, algunos la tomamos como una totalidad más amplia de posibilidades.

Y entonces encontramos a la doble-círculos en estas épocas, cargada de tantas perspectivas cuantas miradas reposen sobre ella, unas sobre otras para nuestros ojos, algunas más intensas, otras alejadas de nuestras intenciones, pero todas, casi lo aseguro, es que la bicicleta ocupa una idea de objetualidad, una diversión, una necesidad, un trabajo, un símbolo de identidad y pertenencia.

Así sucede con los septiembres en mi país, pues su hijos ciudadanos instalan el espectáculo en la calle, en las fachadas de sus casas, en la comida, en los eventos; entre todo ello, está la cinta tricolor puesta en el esqueleto tubular de la bike, en la banderita de la manilla, en los adornos móviles de los radios de la rueda, así se transforma el vehículo en una ingenieril extesión de la patria.





The elements of existence are all alike. The beginning, the development and the inevitable end of things. In the blink of an eye, time passes, from the beginning of life to its culmination, and during these two extremes different lives and different deaths intertwine. In a circular ecliptic movement of spheres between the expansive time of spaces. Humanity, you are your own executioner through your inventions.

Above the eternal History, the objects of civilization become, and among them, as a conclave invention of the creative mind of the wise Man, is the subtlety and elegance of the bicycle, that game of balance on wheels, a wish of the wind. , the invisible hand of mechanics. Always appreciated as a tool, some of us take it as a larger totality of possibilities.

And then we find the double-circles in these times, loaded with so many perspectives how many glances rest on it, some on others for our eyes, some more intense, others far from our intentions, but all, I almost assure it, is that the bicycle it occupies an idea of ​​objectuality, a diversion, a need, a job, a symbol of identity and belonging.

This is what happens with the September in my country, because their citizen children install the spectacle in the street, on the facades of their houses, at food, at events; Among all this, there is the tricolor tape placed on the bike's tubular skeleton, on the little flag of the handlebar, on the mobile ornaments of the wheel spokes, thus transforming the vehicle into an engineering extension of the homeland.



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