Oda a la bicicleta

Iba
por el camino
crepitante:
el sol se desgranaba
como maíz ardiendo
y era
la tierra
calurosa
un infinito círculo
con cielo arriba
azul, deshabitado.

Pasaron
junto a mí
las bicicletas,
los únicos
insectos
de aquel
minuto
seco del verano,
sigilosas,
veloces,
transparentes:
me parecieron
sólo
movimientos del aire.

Obreros y muchachas
a las fábricas
iban
entregando
los ojos
al verano,
las cabezas al cielo,
sentados
en los
élitros
de las vertiginosas
bicicletas
que silbaban
cruzando
puentes, rosales, zarza
y mediodía.

Pensé en la tarde cuando los muchachos
se laven,
canten, coman, levanten
una copa
de vino
en honor
del amor
y de la vida,
y a la puerta
esperando
la bicicleta
inmóvil
porque
sólo
de movimiento fue su alma
y allí caída
no es
insecto transparente
que recorre
el verano,
sino
esqueleto
frío
que sólo
recupera
un cuerpo errante
con la urgencia
y la luz,
es decir,
con
la
resurrección
de cada día.

(Pablo Neruda)



"My Bike"

I want my bike to ride it fast .
If no one is around us I will feel so fine.
I want to ride without my hands,
daddy just showed me how to hold my bike.

This is the chance that I've got to stay free
from my mind and 'till my bones
How do I feel with my hands holding trees...
it's beatiful it's love...
it's beatiful it's love...

My friends can't catch me, they can't ride fast,
daddy could catch me, he's got a big one
I want my bike to ride it fast.
If no one is around us I will feel so fine.

This is the chance that I've got to stay free
from my mind and 'till my bones
How do I feel with my hands holding trees...
it's beatiful it's love...
it's beatiful it's love...

You could be so close to me,
you could have a bike I know you know how!
Don't be shy, stay by my side,
don't let me think you're just like someone else!

High, I feel high, it's alright!
Because you're mine, I can fly, just me and my bike.
Not anybody else could even try to rise us.

(Sexy Sadie)