On the bike, everything around me is empty.
The bike runs and the rest is motionless.
It's a dream, it's freedom.
With the bike I learned how to raise my arms after the injury.
Until I was a child, the bike is a game.
It seems to be a world tour.
My first bike costs me alone.
It's so easy to go by bike.
Just learn and don't forget.
Just push, push, push.
On the bike everything must be perfect.
It's the faith that makes the difference.
A small mistake and you're out.
To be continued...
I only think about the victory.
Believe me, this is a victory.
When the road starts to go up or you break it, what's the problem?
When the road goes down, or you're done, or you brake.
But when the bike goes up, I know it's my only one.
I eat the steak and I eat the ribs.
Every time I repeat that you're done.
It's just an illusion.
The challenge doesn't stop me.
Because I was born like this.
When I get out of the wheel, it's a show.
I want it.
I want it.
I want it.
I want it.
