My Gums Are Swollen With Blisters

Happy to be a biker


Once, a few years ago, the father of one of us
now no more, the father of an Angel
with the number 24 on the windscreen and into the heart has defined this way:


... I had talked to you,
but to be honest I had never heard
much, but being a great "bigwigs"
I wanted them to know one by one, these guys
to embracing and kissing as children
own, those immersed in their leather suits,
with their shiny helmets, all real tough!
road People who never lowers his gaze.
But try to raise their dark visors
from Mars and you will find beautiful eyes,
clean, swollen of real tears
where you can drown and go all the way
their soul to see how candid.
then try to take away those suits
and you will find inside children
lovers of life, the weekend
steak and sausages, but
still much in need of a father or a mother to take them by the hand when the
fate begins to play hard. "

It is said that every time we climb aboard our steeds
go up with us well Angels and Devils.
's true!
represent the dualism that makes this way of life so full of
emotions that sometimes the heart seems
want to jump out of the chest and to run, screaming.
Devils running
wrist so that sometimes so irrational and violent
that the sketch of adrenaline you get
straight to the brain without going through the street, leaving the tremors
for long endless minutes,
and angels bearing the face and voice
of those no longer with us, our feelings, our fears and experiences

built on our broken bones.
Yes, it is true, is rotating die ...
can happen to anyone of us and it hurts,
so bad, but how much life changes in
wonderful memories, in the eternal moment, in
so great laughs to bring back the sun
even in a cold, rainy day November?

Talk to each of us a ride and let them tell a story,
a curve and lost in those eyes that
begin to sparkle, the laughter, the smile that
, spontaneous,
stretch the corners of the face and smooths the forehead .. .

Talk to everyone and ask them what would be
if he should ever give up this passion
and get ready to hear the cry of silence,
to see that look of a kid
becoming the look of a sailor forced to
live on land with a view to the sea
or a pilot who looks at the sky anchored to the ground .. . In
bike dies, it is true .......
but there is no better way to live as long as it is granted
And if you still do not understand
Oh well, forget it, you'll never understand.
But if tomorrow going to the beach with your family automobile
correct, one of us were to occur

and saw your child suddenly turning around and greet
Tugging like crazy, give up even to understand him .. .
He sees that in his unconscious We
that spark that you have not been able to discern. And if you see the motorcyclist
the greeting
well, there's nothing strange you know?
Between Angels on earth we always salute.
But this, those who have lost their wings, can not remember ....... Motorcyclists ...... strange, wonderful people!