Broken heart for another side, another sight,
another bike falling from my being
into his long and strong legs…
Maybe it was his sweet eyes,
his pure love for life,
his sensual body moving through the road…
Maybe it was a genuine feeling for a handsome and young guy,
for a delirious way of looking around
with his security on himself when biking along the path…
Maybe it was a delicious sensing of illusion, for a dream made of cycling
miles and miles where there are not limits nor fears or tears,
– where dreams come true.
when the past is only a kind of painful memory].