 Sun is shining, three little birds are singing on my doors, every little thing is OK. One very cool axe, old school racer type finally gotten out from cheap stuff, is turning the rounds freely, it will significantly contribute to the final conception of my Captain Grant, Mexican Red painted old Hercules recycled from one Zombie bought with 20 euros. I love this job. Do you see? How reality can be really smooth, comfortable and shiny? No? Don't you see?... So I will sing it again. I am sitting on the porch of my rolling home, more than 100 horses are still dreaming. Three little birds are singing on my door, every little thing is ok. I finished ma joint, and my beer is not so cold anymore, the recycled fabulous axe of the front wheel has been prepared for remount in a new conical silver rim, to become a piece of one incredibly beautiful bicycle. Sun is shining in the only city in Europe where freedom cannot be anymore compromised. Do you get this poem finally in to your ear? I do what I want, where I want, in the sun, with a fun, listening to the birds I am doing my money.
And it's the best money ever. Made totally Gypsy way. There's no need of specific workshop. One box of tools, a piece of ground, one joint, one cold beer, and sun. It's the best job ever, and the birds don't stop singing.
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