Yes, okay, it’s been a full week (and more) since returning from Vienna, where, as you will know by now, there was also Borrace di Poesia thanks to the 544 online votes that represented the project for the first time to the world, taking the victory of the Cycling Visionaries Awards in the Cycling and […]
Phone glued to your ear, conversation in full flow You don’t look behind and throw open the door I swerve out of the way with nowhere to go And you think it is me who started this war?
Like the power contained in a painter’s flick A bike is equipped with a command unique The sound of a bell is a magical trick Clearing paths quickly without having to speak
While I sail my bicycle on through a storm My knuckles are seizing and crack in the cold But I smile as the helmsman which keeps me warm As the rudder, my handlebars, glow like gold.
Winter cyclists need to have a master plan Pedalling round with no feeling in their cheeks As the freezing fog enfolds the traffic jam Surrounding motorists will think “What a freak!”
One day on the motorway cars will be banned A pathway of cyclists shoulder-to-shoulder from junction to junction bicycles will span of every age from younger to older.
Like a swimmer I turn my head for a breath As between the lanes I am passing through To escape the fumes I move out of my depth However my bike brings a new point of view.
The bicycle is the metaphor of life. Whilst on the flat, way down or uphill in strife The question is choosing and changing the gears Which impacts one’s behaviour over the years.
Here you have the first poem in english! A way to reach more people and let them enjoy the project “Borracce di Poesia – Water bottles of poetry”. It was born in 2007 combining two passions: urban cycling and rhymes. The poems are spontaneous reflections by the project-creator who narrates the world from a saddle emphasizing the
