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am a woman and no doubt,
not a dream. I
Coral lips over my
talent and his heart full.
pink lips and inviting dance and sleep, if
mo sharp to catch my kisses
is about a man unworthy.

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no easy way out (everlasting memory of Marco Pantani)

the ceiling, and sometimes the ceiling is not enough and one needs to rush into the lives of others. The Lives of Others is a cat t'insegue in the process, the lives of others are the chicken croquettes, which are never enough. I know that I care - you need more care - I know you'll cards and false hysterical tears and cries until the displaced have won. E 'with disarming s'impantana superficiality that the lives of others with obvious approximation that we let go. Here I need to eat well, and is also why I often close the door I can not, I do not want, to feel his hands on. Tonight I'll stay leaning against the glass and do it again pretended to have won. Too I've got something to throw up and push the tears tonight that there's no way to retain them.

You were born with tendons right, kicks the ball well both right and left. Nonno Sotero we could see far enough into those eyes, donated a bicycle for Christmas was something unexpected, a piece of iron that put the chills and a lot of envy. The mother that night I kissed her forehead, that winter it snowed so hard that someone climbed the snowshoes on the Riviera. "When the city created a sample always stops to watch," said the mad Emperor square. Then I got up and walked to draw the bicycle on the glass, and there was no have more time to lose because a sample has the minutes of flying far hours. The bike was just another way of looking at life, run your ass on the seat is not so different from the run after a ball on the right wing of the pitch. "Just the wind on my face," repeated the mother.

Al Fausto Coppi of Cesenatico we had with the physical eyes too skinny and small that they could certainly groped the company. When you won the Giro in '92 amateur I did not know yet what it was cycling and all that sweat caked on his back, I was 17 years and a lot more important things to do. Yet the team had to think again fix things, rehabilitation. One year after you were already a professional, with too much passion to bridle and tendinitis too. Never mind, people like you get up early and if the world does not stop running you run the world's strongest. People like you make it there anyway because people like you told her grandfather.

In '94 Tour victories come the first of Merano and Aprica, second place overall. Tour to debut in third position behind the six Mr Indurain. The following year there is the Alpe d'Huez, the kingdom of climbers, 13 km from the summit to pick up the challenge and throws you in pursuit of thirteen runners. "Grand'Italia pedaling "cried De Zan other side of the screen. Gotti and Pantani has a flat head 13 kilometers from the summit, and it is one thing you would not believe, that Gotti can not do it, Marco, who throws the bandana on the tarmac just before the Mortirolo. Think about who lost his grandfather, Sotero Coppi because in '49 there was no television yet, think of all the old things that taste of rhubarb and smell of mothballs in closets. "If soft now I'll break your face!" Yells Grandpa Sotero afternoons in August. And it is also why t'inventi 4 days after a flight of 42 km on the Pyrenean stage Guzet Neige. Old things you like, a casino, your eyes are as sweet as the old Fighters circle. And that's where you go and play a trump just gets a moment of time, as if playing with them was a polite way of lengthening life. And you do bench, again.

Then the break of the tibia and fibula and ended his career, career suspended between the walls of the CTO, Torino. The expectations of hanging on the wall, the expectations that give the alarm in advance and you return to the world. His mother, uncles, friends, relatives, fans and all the people who comes to find: going to fuck off as well, gimmicks. Rehabilitation is not easy, we still believe we can do it is a company that wears you brain if the brain is still too by pedaling. The 96 steps in the recovery, back in '97 between professionals Mercatone but fall back on the crossing

Chiunzi . A cat crossing the road. Finish the stage late and sore while Indurain Announces Retirement. Two months after the tour there with the Alpe d'Huez and a score to settle to settle. How to win an obsession you wet your face, scream at the Saint Etienne is an act of absolution: six 3rd, behind Ullrich and Virenque.

May 1998, the Tour of Italy: Alex Zulle there is a 3'49'', the mole in Switzerland is the man to beat on the great strides of the Dolomites. Zulle is in trouble in the middle part of the Marmolada Tonkov mate Guerini wins but why did you do the math. It 's your first pink jersey and wearing it makes you even more so. But it is on the ascent of

Montecampione you decide the Tour. Pantani fires, Tonkov resists, Pantani trips again, Tonkov still resists. I do not understand anything of that effort absurd, I attended the 3rd year of college and I had tears in my eyes because I am such an undertaking probably not even in the best of days. Tonkov remains in the wake, Pantani looks a shadow of the wheel and the wheel is always there, like a hound with his nose planted on the asphalt. Pantani attacks and resists Tonkov, Pantani attacks again but there's no way to disconnect the hound. Then the tear in the middle of the hairpin turns and all the people to incite the Champion. If I'd seen, grandfather, climb on the carousel all that Montecampione: 5,000 people to incite the Pirate, gold would have paid to be at least a piece of bread on the bottom of those pockets. The victory in the sprint with TVs that do not stop to forward the name: Marco Pantani. The whole team Mercatone shaves his hair in the image and likeness of the Captain, the victory is for Luciano Pezzi, great follower of cycling ours. It starts for the Tour

Pantani loses the first time trial 40 seconds in 6 miles, Ullrich seems unattainable and the situation is not easy. The situation worsened further in the subsequent time trial stages, Pantani limps to 4 minutes and 21 seconds. The Tour is going through a critical moment, there is a sink of control at every stage, the police placed on the targets and there's no way to go for a pee. Finally come the Pyrenees, on the edge of the Plateau de Beille

begins the comeback of the Pirate. Forums Ullrich, Pantani is waiting, then the click of the Pirate Party and the gap is narrowing of one minute and 40. When they reach the Alps, Pantani have 3 minutes of separation from Ullrich. Col du Galibier on , nearly 50 km from the arrival, the company tries to Pantani. The Pirate over the pass with 4 minutes to Ullrich and flies downhill. When Ullrich finishes on Deux Alpes, Pantani covers a distance of 8 minutes and 57 seconds. He arrived in Paris in the yellow jersey, crosses the finish line on the Champs-Elysées and the whole of Italy celebrates at the toll of summer '98. Not since Felice Gimondi not seen such an Italy Cesenatico explodes.

twenty-eight are few, 28'anni are just another turning point. The following year, the Tour's new, on the slope of

Oropa jump the chain and grandfather Sotero always crying: "if you break your face soft now." The Pirate stops and his companions waiting for him, Marco has just twenty-eight years and many miles to take into account. At an altitude of 900 began the comeback, Pantani recovers 40 seconds on the group of head and gets back in the wake of Gotti and Jalabert. Nonno Sotero is always there with sweaty tank top and throat all dry. At an altitude of 1000 reached the group, at an altitude of 1100 passes the French in a gallop. Three kilometers from Pantani is already only in command, Sotero grandfather finally stopped screaming. When you cross the finish line under the Oropa Sanctuary, the story is already written. The trumps all ' Alpe di Pampeago and Madonna di Campiglio add only pennies a tip to the triumph of the Giro. Formality.

formalities, but it is in the contours that the life you fucks. Pantani is checked on the morning of June 5th of '99 and found a rate of hematocrit is more than 2 percent to the maximum allowed. The people crowding the lobby Touring in search of rumors, people yells and cheers to the myth. People do not know anything else. When given at 10.55 the start of the twenty-first stage of the Tour, Zaina, Garzelli, Forconi, Borgheresi, Brignoli, Fontanelli, Velo and Podenzana, do not start. The Pirate's team, the Mercatone Uno-Bianchi, withdraws from Giro. While the race for the regular part of the 190-kilometer mountain stage, after the

Tonale , Gavia and Mortirolo , will reach the 'Aprica , Paolo Savoldelli (first place overall) rejects the pink jersey at the risk of disqualification. He did so at the time of Felice Gimondi Mercx. The stories of the champions ends there, just before the finish line.

's over. From here on, only piles of dung and almanac pages on which to write on it, from here on, ever more wins samples nor able to tell. A world without soldiers, tired faces on the floor of the derelict good intentions. We are no longer indestructible Grandpa Sotero, and you'd better remember it. Down here there are moments of glory nor Samples to bleed forever, people forget in a hurry down here and fuck it all we have lost grandfather Sotero, the truth. And it is useless to continue to foment some kind of far-flung corner of the universe, your world was an indestructible where the tip-top solved the problem, but we are here every day with my ass on the road and the road there is so much that wind pushing through the bike there. Then turn off the butt and turn off the lights of the entrance. I turn off the phone and turn off the life that is already too much for tonight.

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Just two and a half months and my life changed permanently ... Carolina comes and you begin our family.
was yesterday that we started to fall in love around the island of Corsica in the saddle of our beautiful bike and is already today that we sat listening to the midwife who accompanies us to the datapresuntaparto: April 25.
I look at him, he is my companion, the father of my daughter, my friend, my lover, my playmate and quarrels.
I'm glad he's with me.