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Peter Aagard

Movement in Mexico

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Peter Peter pollution eater, what the hell are you
wasting you young body on. You never learned to
estimate you fisical power but kept believing that just
by puling on, you once would reach the shore. Why not
give in to the power of the currant and let the ocean
take you somewhere, els, unexpected, let the fishing
line out and maybe you will catch something, close to
shore. No, you always know where to go and with what
force, cause you never stop to think twice?
You are in traffic
You are in traffic
To up over your head and what to think in that
condition, if it's a 24hour condition. Well, you woke
up this morning with a Sedan by your side, tomorrow it
might be Paseo de las Palmas going through your chest.
What are you thinking about, why do you think, there
are so bloody many cars in Mexico City? Because it is
a river village? We are fare up in the mountains and
when it rains, it rains, and when the sun is on, you
feel it. Has protection from the environment, not been
a part of you education. And that smart idea of yours,
about being so fucking special, where does it come
from? Is it a quick James Dean Matura dead you are
looking for. And how fare will that status take you
against the white wall, blood all over and a happy
smile on you face?
You can hear, that I'm sitting down thinking, thinking
about you and your wicked plans. Just because the
sounds of, "starting a bike culture in the biggest
city" has a nice swing to it, doesnt mean, that it
happens right now, or never.
Why dont you go dream of something else? Like doing
necklaces on a beach, while all the crazy traffic of
the world, drives fare beyond and away. And the sound
of the wind in the palms is the only sound you can
hear.

Then last night Grizelda from UneFon called. And right
away, I had this dam sweet feeling on: I know who you
are! And I more that enjoy, that you are phoning me up
this Tuesday evening. Not to say, that I wonder, what
you want to talk to me about?
"No, Sergio is not available at the moment, but I'm
the third part in Ciclos and how do you do"? After a
short introduction done in business slick style when
its best. The sweetheart just wanted to hear how
things were going and when we thought about coming by,
to pick up the 11 cells with unlimited communication?
Well, of cause I had to ask her, if she had seen US on
the front page of Reforma today? And thats the moment
I smack myself flat on the road on enjoy.
Contradictions between small and big, rats in the
kitchen and the Salinas concern handing us a little
finger.

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