A yer I spent a few hours on the bike, running around with no fixed address, I noticed that the pub where no one is smoking in the street, there is no fixed within people. Spring is here, his time unstable, its glory days and the rains in April. So the bike is a shelter like any other, a headlong rush to nowhere. Next to the school in the Nou d'Octubre threw me ten minutes waiting for the light to change. As he looked around the vomit or speed up their cigarettes, waiting in eternal lights or smoking in the Triumph thought of the four topics chosen for my modest recording. Not too much responsibility because I am overwhelmed. Will I be happy for the first time something done for me?
