Vienna and after, about Velo-city 2013

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 […]


And you think it is me who started this war?

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?


I sail my bicycle on through a storm

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.


Dedicated to the winter cyclists

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!”

Poems, Poesie

The bicycle is the metaphor of life

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.

Poems, Poesie

Here come the poems in english

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

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