Un Apolo de hueso borra el cauce inhumano
donde mi sangre teje juncos de primavera,
aire débil de alumbre y aguja de quimera
pone loco de espigas el silencio del grano.
En este duelo a muerte por la virgen poesía,
duelo de rosa y verso, de número y locura,
tu regalo semeja sol y vieja alegría.
ITALO is a revenge
HITLER never invented highways. PEUGEOT never made cars and we live in a world where the bicycle was never replaced by the automobile.
Each piece is an obsession for detail, reassembled to last, to ride, to smash rearview mirrors.
BUT ALSO
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Every month, a collective ride through the city with other committed groups. A peloton of cyclists imposing its rhythm on the streets.