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  • Every morning I take the bike and I cross the road and I go fast between the cars, and that guy in the cab shouts at me and the old lady in the red light mumbles and there is noise, and horns, and polution and sometimes even the rain.

    And I put my foot on the road and I cycle, and I put my foot on the road again and I cycle again. I go fast and slow, and I stop, and slow, and fast and slow and I stop.

    And even though is only tuesday it looks like monday, like if the worst is still to come but anyway we keep going.

    And I cycle again and I stop, and I put my foot on the road and on the bike again and fast and slow. But I know, so its ok.

    I know soon I will get there.

    I know soon I will forget about the horns and the ladies and the drivers and the cyclists and the foot and the fast and the slow.

    Soon I will go to you, and there, there will be something waiting for me.

    There will be the forest.
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