My rally was too
Esco and close the door. I do not want to think about anything, I have to move, to dance to do something. I head to the staggered, I raise the hood of my parka and I hear the rain tapping on a regular basis. The sky is gray but there is no light I do not know what time it is I think the the 9 or 10, in the streets there are already several people, the usual sights set, the usual smiles, faces the usual shit. Better get to the bar in a hurry I want to get me some more 'of a well-deserved beverage before breakfast. When he finally arrived I can not find anyone. Remained out of my wasp and the bartender seeing me sign behind the counter that the boys are gone. I do not have any money and expect to bring out a bit 'of beer from the fridge with the empty room seems an absurd idea. He begins to salirmi shaking the idea that the night is over, now I'm pissed off, it is not possible that the time has flown so quickly. I fasten the helmet and as I watch my kaleidoscopic images divided by all the mirrors I'm sure the ride on a scooter will do me good, and so it is. I walk the Via Aurelia in the balance between the rock and the sea I feel strong and invincible again roared off a fast curve after another, I leave behind slower cars, I have no time to lose I know that time grows short, and I do not want left behind. Finally a straight, I can bring at full throttle, its smooth sound comforts me despite so many snakes and heats the water you are putting in the parka and helmet. The road is a body of water and reflects the light through a gray sky and shook, the sea is left to massage tired of the rain, yet within a couple of corners and in cells. I'm still totally absorbed in my thoughts when I get a third corner a few meters, I know I should not lock the wheel well in the wet brake gently but not enough, the wasp is already crawling after nock on a step and I roll with you accompanied by muffled noise that "accident" that makes me blood run cold. Alzatomi begin to chant: "No. .. no ... no ..." on the road is not passing no one, and my words are accompanied only by sea and rain. Embrace the wasp and shot on a tripod, the signs of the crash are like scars on chrome, I lost a shoe in the fall, harvest it and I stuck it, it's all ruined now brings the beautiful white skin abrasions and scratches and even pants not want to be less complete. At that time I think of all the hours spent searching for those clothes, for the sacrifices made so that I could buy shoes, bent chrome look now covered by curls of iron and think of the hours spent in the garage to make them shiny. Instinctively, I pass a hand to clean them but I can only make me a long cut. I feel no pain, no blood comes out, I feel totally drained, I spent the last month of my life to prepare for this evening and now it's over. I had many dreams, many hopes and illusions, and desires. The reality is that I'm experiencing now are only in the rain in front of a sea with its constant motion and the secular seems to be the polar opposite of my experience mod. I am beginning to think they have it all wrong, I'm confused, I put the wasp in motion fatigue and I'm closer to home. Now I feel vulnerable, every curve I'm afraid I surpass all the machines and also my parka has ceased to defend a cold, making me feel incredible. Finally I get home I sound like a complete stranger because I left the keys to friends, in and for me there is no room, the beds were all occupied and sleeping bags and mattresses covering almost every corner of the floor. Story of my misadventures waking up a bit 'of people, I try to seem more secure and calm but inside I feel like dying. I decide to head to the bathroom to find again the silence. I sit on the edge of the tub holding my head in his hands. A few hours ago I was elated to dance with hundreds of people and now I'm alone in a bathroom. A few days ago I turned to shops fantasizing about the evening and now it's over. What I have left? What has changed? I'm tired I no longer believe in my life, you can not live for a moment I can not think of making new efforts for the next evening, to set aside money to try the shoes correct, complete and tie, I feel one step away from the exit door.
E 'are about 17 and Monday, accompanied by a warm sun and relaxing I'm returning to Cuneo. The trip by wasp relaxes me mentally and recounts every moment of these three days. With us it snowed on Easter night and waiting for there are mountains covered with a lovely white coat, just as they look at the perfection I get a message on the phone, they are beautiful words from a person that I care particularly, the My heart in my throat sprays and strangely a tear deposits on the bottom of the glasses. I think once the three days passed and I realize that I have just finished gathering the most beautiful of my life. I feel again full of energy despite having done three nights without a wink. Gripping the handlebars and speeds that I have more overtaking a long line of cars, transit across the main street of my town, the looks of wonder at the people touch me again I feel strong and invincible, I just feel MOD.
December
Mods Cuneo
MMC sect. Cuneo
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