Meia moto, by Renata Régis Florisbelo
On the highway, that kid couple was getting attention. The look was taken by the gestures of the ride, loosening the arms of the side of the body dangerously putting himself at risk on the bike that roamed among the much larger motorized. It was more a half-moto, skinny among the wigs that usually show up fast on the paved roads where they play challenging others.
The passenger of the motor-mosquito was wearing a water-green t-shirt, sweatpants, white socks and a pink slipper. I should not reveal, in traffic, my inattention, is that I had no way of not contemplating the young serelepe, wanting to take a ride on the motorcycle-mosquito that made its point on the point of the sewn vehicles. The half-moto flew like an old plane, a 14 Bis flying over Paris and stealing attention.
Author: Renata Regis Florisbelo
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