Eastern Bmx Traildigger Red

A discussion on the polar sea ...

Ro-to-nei!
Ro-to-nei!
is the most captivating slogan shouted in critical mass.
certainly the most watched.
Captured by this reminder, a handful of colorful cyclists with a childish smile on the faces carved rushes at full speed around a roundabout.
would not stop anymore.
Unooo ...
Duuuuue ... Three steps
intoxicating. Until
dizziness.
Once drunk with ecstasy ... Via
to other unexpected places, following the occasional leader as a swarm of bees to the rhythm of trance. Dying for a round of
Ciclofficina is a tragic paradox. A hoax
beautiful and good.
the September date.
The time of harvest and pressing.
The ultimatum is already in place.
remains to count the days on the calendar.
The city has decided the future.
in a hurry to bring the territory in his image.
wants vehicular traffic at will. According
rhythms ordered.
the bike is still the preferred machine. A new axis
highways for an ever more frenetic. A large round
full Bolognini.
The heart of Bologna.
the confusion of a bustling urban life, of small, local multi-ethnic, fragmented, slow, be entered through a huge circular seal the certification order, the perfect form of power. The
circle.
The most emblematic figure and fascinating of all.
line folded in on itself.
where every point is equidistant from the center. So
every beginning is the end. To pre
harmony out of time, by history. The
round as "no place" par excellence. Create
unbridgeable distance.
You can only chase around. Without ever taking
. Like many comedians
scatch. A turn
still lost.
To be at the end point of departure.
No more casual encounters. Clashes
chance where you can look in his eyes.
saying hello.
The new social body is equipped with a new by-pass to increase the efficiency of traffic clogged. He wants to ward off heart attacks
announced.
Can not see themselves in other ways. Neither
alternatives.
Meanwhile, with the same efficiency of a circular blade on the pastry just lying on the tortellini strikes a blow that can pierce the territory in the two Xm, mutilating the gym and kitchen. That
its vital visceral functions.
hardly a mortal wound suture.
How to cut a body in half. After
agony will only faster.
The apocalypse around the corner. Well before the astronomical
of Maja.
not roar without a new harmony is being established.
For indigenous reality emerged in the meantime it will remain only the path of the exodus of extinction or indifference.
Then only silence.
Lost in the camps of memory. Forgotten
by most.
replaced by new admissions seemingly at peace, good-looking.
only the name will remain empty. After
Xmercato. The
XXmercato.
According to the harsh law of becoming.
exceeded infinite otherwise.
And Amen and so be it.
E mo what?
It continues to dance like the Titanic?