Kids and cycles

It is an ordinary town before becoming part of a medium-sized southern city. Transportation is rural, like the bus three times a day, like bicycles that run like butterflies in summer. It is an ordinary town before becoming part of a child's heart forever. There is a child there waiting on the afternoons of those sunny days to ride his first bike, circle the park, take a tour of the Calle Mayor and return home for dinner. Never alone, with or without friends, but accompanied by his bike. The bicycles are called baikas, the tricycles are tricycles and the brave ones that go fast down the slopes of the hills. In this town isolated by time, it has long been a town that no longer has those bicycle racks, which now has bicycle lanes and traffic police, because summers fly like spokes on a 28 ”Tourism tire. There is a development in children that makes them change, they stop seeing objects as toys and now see them differently, they are tools, they are utensils, they are vehicles. Thus ha...

In the spring of life, most things sulphurize a vitality that is not controlled by any will, the forms exceed reasoning, the desires fly and the impulses are on the surface, they exist so that the organism experiences a sensation of excess, a cluster of energies that overflow by the impulse of existence and the power of the energy just created in man. After noon of youth one focuses the forces in the direction of a line, an objective that represents the victory justified by the result, by the place in the competition and by the feelings that come from success against those of failure. In any field, the young man wants to be the first, but career and love are where this goal is most focused. The man who returns home and feels happy, the individual who manages to achieve his goal and feels the happiness among happiness, the men who in the end find what they have sought for a long time, receive the grace to give and receive, are givers of effort and dedication, it is an emotion that is sh...

On a certain occasion, near the barrier between childhood and adolescence, I craved coffee. On hot days it is taken warm, on cold days it is taken very hot. At the Atelier there began to be a jug or two a day, consumed between morning and mid-afternoon. Working while enjoying coffee with music is not working. Unhappiness, life has told me, moves with unequivocal rhythms between the misery of the future or the past and the enjoyment of the present. A good ride on a rainy summer morning after greeting a beautiful woman and, on the contrary, a painful fall in the middle of the road next to the winding road. The bicycle I never owned was brown, but the taste that is savored on a calm day always brings the aromatic flavor of coffee, that liberator of energy that works very well for the cyclist. Today, unfortunately, I only have to drink coffee and watch the shoot of the last years of youth go by. _____ El café Cierta ocasión, cerca de la barrera entre la infancia y la adolescencia apetecí e...

Realmente es ella, la miro fijamente y pienso que ciertamente es ella.  Seguro que no tuvo hogar antes de llegar, no tenía un verdadero compañero antes de quedarse aquí en el Atelier durante seis meses. Llegó como marcada, con la cubierta manchada, el pasado sucio y el presente borroso. Era una baika rota del alma. Entre lo frío del hierro la cuidamos, la conservamos entre lo etílico de la pintura.   Ahora es una pequeña señora bicicleta, es una dama sin realeza pero con una vida enderezada por las correctas herramientas de aire y caucho. Pasó el invierno en el sótano de la memoria junto a otras personalidades de dos ruedas, de una rueda o sin ruedas. Recobró el color del ánimo, al lado de piezas cromadas, piezas nuevas, piezas de segunda mano. Mañana se irá con su acompañante, un niño de doce años, a dar una mínima vuelta al mundo, comenzar a rodar por las callejuelas y los polvorientos caminos, a dar una minúscula vida al manillar y a los pedales. Hay una salvación para...

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 f...