ALL MY BIKES!

I have a seat on the porche of my rolling home. Over 100 horses asleeped in atelage are able to jump out of the deepest dreams on one tour of key in the starter. All is so good. Ambient temperature is reaching 26 degrees Celsius. Berlin is flowering from a few days, air is a smog of pollen, front bicycle wheel stucks between my feet. White glows on my hands, original DDR spokes opener is playing its magical tricks. I pull up one good cooled beer on the porch of my rolling home, more than 100 horses are sleeping tight...welcome Berlin, light up ma joint and liberating this beautiful axel from used spokes and cheap aluminium rim. Next bike in my head. It gonna be a poetry for the birds singing in every park here, no matter the rave beat ,clouds of smoked marijuana spiced with sausage barbecue, and muds of fermentating post beer urine. The birds are singing over all kind of human catastrophe. They know they will have peace from us, so they sing no matter what a shit we would create. Oh!...we're not such bad beings, but the birds don't care, for them we are only noise and stinky dirt. So...the original, very smooth and extremely efficient DDR bicycle tool is playing the show with my fingers, the wheel is going to get dismantled in 30 minutes. Sun is shining, three little birds are singing on my doors, every little thing is OK. One very cool axle, old school racer type finally liberated from cheap stuff, is turning the rounds freely, it will significantly contribute to the final conception of my Captain Grant, Mexican Red painted old Hercules recycled from one Zombie bought with 20 euros. I love this job. Do you see? How reality can be really smooth comfortable and shiny? No? Don't you see?...So I will sing it again. I am sitting on the porche of my rolling home, more than 100 horses are still dreaming.Three little brids are singing on my door, every little thing is ok. I finished ma joint, and my beer is not so cold anymore, the recycled fabulous axel of the front wheel has been prepared for remount in a new conical silver rim, to become a piece of one incredibly beautiful bicycle. Sun is shining in the only city in Europe where freedom cannot be anymore compromised. Do you get this poem finally in to your ear? I do what I want, where I want, in the sun, with a fun, listening to the birds I am doing my mon