When I turned right, my eyes were hit
by the morning bloody sky. Riding on two wheels I was caching with my human
camera the light and the color of the moment. My thoughts were waving in the blow of the wicked
wind. I was also feeling very wicked, man…
And suddenly I got lost in the music coming from
the headphones and all the green hills around me. Mesmerized I cycled, for a
little bit, thorough the recent past. A
lot of faces then rolled on the front wheel, many memories compressed in
archive files. Stored somewhere in a closet, someday they will be rediscovered.
All will be funny like hell then. With this in my mind I cycled further.
Until I reached the top of the hill and factories
were spreading smoke in the morning sky. It was beautiful like that time when
girls were running barefoot in the winter morning. Drunk that is. People were wondering why and they
also judged using decadent phrases at their address. Nice girls with bad habits.
Who am I to judge when I drink my morning coffee with beer.
It is a perfect illusion created by the sunrise.
The sun man, the sun is to blame. The morning sun acts like a catalyst for all
the actions that could happen in the day. Ja man! This is the sun that some
love and some hate. It is the bringer of destruction and construction.
When I turned left, my eyes were hit by the
morning clouds. They slowly sat down by the river and washed my mind with pouring
rain.
But who’s to blame?
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