Kids and cycles

He came from afar, not far away but far from at least a long time ago. On his bike he would cycle through various towns and return, always wearing his black glasses, on a circuit that lasted many years. I remember it was winter when he arrived for some repair, his baika was an unbalanced mix, he had Cross tires, Touring gear and dynamic parts of Track, nothing clear in his style. That day at the Atelier I talked to him more in depth, he had big concerns about little things, like trying to keep the mirrors clean on rainy days or going a long back road to find a place to rest. After that I didn't know anything. Travelers in quotation marks passed and also the seasons of the year, the cold, the rains and the heat. Earthquakes and hurricanes. The normal of these parts of the world. After many years I heard about him from his accident in a nearby town, he had died one night near a main road, his bicycle destroyed. Only in my imagination do I hope that he has a rest, that he has found a

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