Niagara En Bicicleta: Juan Luis Guerra - El

The doctor sighed, a sound of profound exhaustion. We need an electrocardiogram, he replied, but the machine is broken. The technician left months ago because the pay stopped coming. We have no aspirin, no oxygen, and the elevator only goes down, never up.

It is like trying to cross the Niagara Falls on a bicycle, the doctor continued, finally looking Juan in the eye. We are all pedaling in the air, hoping the wind doesn't pick up. Juan Luis Guerra - El niagara en bicicleta

By the time he reached his street, the dizziness hadn't vanished, but it had transformed. It wasn't the vertigo of falling anymore; it was the lightheadedness of a dance. He waved to his neighbor, who was fixing a car with nothing but duct tape and prayer. Keep pedaling! Juan shouted over the roar of the engines. The doctor sighed, a sound of profound exhaustion

Juan felt the room tilt. He looked out the window at the bustling streets of Santo Domingo, where the sun beat down on the asphalt. It felt as though he were standing on the edge of a great canyon, and the only way across was a thin, fraying wire. We have no aspirin, no oxygen, and the