Reads much better in Spanish. But my best effort at an English translation below. El Ciclista: Va en silencio como en sueños, más despierto que los demás. Va liviano, va sin techo, ni puertas a los costados, ni vidrios que levantar. Huele, escucha, se ventila, gira, esquiva, se menea, atraviesa torrencial Mide y frena el horizonte, se para airoso en el aire, camina sobre el pedal. Tiene el motor en la espalda y el corazón en las piernas, bombea petróleo venal. Va en silencio como muerto, va más vivo que los demás. The Cyclist: He goes in silence, like in dreams Slower than the rest. He goes light, he goes homeless Without doors on the sides Without windows that raise. He smells, listens, and it ventilates him He turns, he dodges, he weaves, he crosses storms. He measures and brakes the horizon, stops gracefully in the air, he walks above the pedals. He has the motor in the back and the heart and the legs, pumping gasoline through his veins. He goes in silence, like death... He goes more alive than the rest. Photo cred to @maya #feelingbikeurious #cycleafrica #bikewander #capetocairo #biketravel #cycletouring #salsafargo #gofar #travelbybike #cycleuguanda #adventurebybike #worldbybike https://www.instagram.com/p/BuDhTocg95E/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1iulucokpza86