When the road looks infinite and the breath chews dust. Sweat sticks to the clouds and fatigue bites the calves, heart and mind. When the imagination is lost in rectilinear sequences between the sunrises and sunsets of life. When a sky devoid of secrets clings to the handlebar, loneliness is a childlike happiness that caresses the moon and the seasons slide away on the trees, the stones and deserts. Dedicated to you, the cyclist who rides alone on the roads of the world.