Ballad Of The Bicycle: Where lies the Hope

City Road and the cold wind raged. It was early and the streets were deserted. The objects appeared to have life and moan in the wind, as I repeated in my mind: "There is nothing like I, me, or mine?. He repeated this phrase over and over again, in a vain attempt to fully understand its meaning.

Life is beyond me, I thought, so many errors, both search and now ... Now, just this alone. Where am I going to go this morning?

He had left home not knowing where to go. It could start raining at any time and I did not want to muddy fields, so I decided to head to downtown.

I went through many streets deserted, skipping red lights. Everybody was asleep and while descending through an alley, I felt like I was swallowing the city, it was like stepping into the bowels of a tragic and terrible monster. "Life is not it?, I remember thinking at some point.

The cold face and scratched me to pass the tongue over his lips I felt the cold wind had cut and knew little blood. A huge cloud had covered the entire sky. I looked around me all the cities are the same, I thought. Millions of people stand up to your destination. Pain and suffering and all for what?

The facades of the houses in this part of town were washed out. I could see the signs of aging and ruin in every one of them. Windows through which streamed the wind rusty air conditioners, antennas falls, no one will replace broken glass ever ... Everything in this neighborhood had the look bleak things die slowly.

I went through a huge park. Below the bridge, under the freeway, spent a couple of junkies looking for their fix. So much despair, millions of people trying to understand why this moment all his dreams were broken.

I looked forward and squinted. Had begun to rain and the wind crept under my coat, helándome back. I shuddered. I have no desire to continue living, I thought at that moment. Wherein lies the hope this morning?

Suddenly, in a corner of the park, a girl. It has a newborn child in her arms. The child has brown skin and big eyes. Her infinite eyes seem to contain an answer. When you see that girl watch the smiles. I also smile and think, there, in his arms, lies the hope this morning. And follow my way.

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