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TheRegulator
Δεν είναι ακριβώς ποίηση, και δεν έχω γράψει τίποτα εδώ και πολυ καιρό αλλά here goes nothing. Υγ. Είναι στα αγγλικά γιατί ήταν μήνυμα στο άτομο που μου είπε να ξεκινήσω να γράφω ξανα..
The wind.
He was stressed, life has been an emotional roller coaster, but deep down he prefers it that way. He doesn’t like the monotony, nor the bland lifestyle. He rides, but eventhough normally he drives with all the equipment this time he decided not to! He wanted to feel the October fresh air, he needed to feel the air, like back in the day. Left his phone, his wallet only the keys and the cigarettes.
This time though, he knew better, he wore his lid, left the visor open and stormed down the empty roads of a Swiss town.
His trustful ninja was happy, every gear change and flames popped out of the exhaust. He was happy, Man and machine were one and he felt the fullest he’s been in a while.
He was feeling the air through his fingers and he was humming a song that didn’t make sense, but everything made sense in his head.
He was free, like the wind, that was going through his fingers, in his face, like back in the day when he was a kid. Everything smelled beautiful, there was no stress anymore, nothing negative.
The bike, the wind and him. The three of them, like the old days!
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