There are facts that trigger emotions.
Suddenly the movement was not everyday, several men in uniform appeared orange street sweeping, strange, never seen it, others poured a liquid black, shiny and slimy. Something is about to happen I said and I stayed attentive, because that always leads some say out loud ... and suddenly I heard: The big dog, no shame, twelve years begging to request street and only now, when are only ten days of the election are decided. It seems incredible that only when they are afraid to lose because they do wrong things and not listen to anybody, they move the conscience and leave the neuron and desperate to do what they should do when people pleaded with reasons and basis ... I heard that said something about the mother some whom he called "political", but just passed a truck and I made it difficult to understand. It seems that not very happy thing. Although I understood they were going to fix the street, my street, I walk by every day. And that's where the emotions came to me because I started thinking that everything would change, I no longer hit or deform me, when I fell or twisted, which joints and hold commanding me not suffer much, because they are more support martyrdom, and that is the most frequently changed, but would lose that fun it was, uphill in third gear, acceleration, overcome the natural Chicano had created Cassaffousth meters, where the slowdown occurred a few meters before the turn and we passed acomodábamos An in touch that I loved or encajábamos right in the center of the artery to cross the corner of Cordoba or pass over, that was easier, which opened before reaching Santa Fe, Miguel Abuelo this there was no solution, even though the speed is reduced and careful you drive, there was no way not to fall in some, and is out for the shoulder, the one hundred and fifty meters later was another ordeal worse every day since I can remember, and after a Santa Cruz to time, but deep. This when climbing, because when it fell, it came faster and was more difficult thing, just like when mobile came another path contrary, there was no turning and we walked to the falls all the time, was a constant shortage. But, of course, is twelve years and has seen a joining life, birth, growth and reproduction. Do not say you were family, because they were not friends, not either, old acquaintances say, I said that sometimes I liked to pet them. Because they are seeing, I was sadly realize that cease to exist and be buried in the dark, hot asphalt layer. Yes, I know, I'll shoot more comfortable, the joints will be relieved, but I will miss them, I had gotten used to them, their whimsical shape, width, length, depth and age. Goodbye, potholes Ferrarini, rest in peace and hope that the "politicians", I do not know what they are, or what they do, do not let them grow back and then give them so sad fate, and that if this happens, the election they do not know what is, or what they are, take pity on you, I think also of those who lead and take care to avoid appearing and proliferate.
Adios, potholes Ferrarini, hopefully, ever.
Cover: Happy and sad
Discovered Shot: 175/70/13
usual Transit: Av Ferrarini
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