Il Clochard e la Bicicletta.

 Il Clochard e la Bicicletta.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Piccolo personaggio maggiore di me,                                                                                             abitava 150 metri in via Licinio, Erba.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Tipo indecifrabile, schivo, ma al saluto rispondeva.                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                               Per alcuni anni lavorò in fabbrica,                                                                                                                   anticipò il progresso di cercare                                                                                                                             il cibo nei rifiuti di botteghe e mercati...  
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Presso la mia abitazione vicino ad una famosa                                                                                                         gelateria, cercava nei cestini del gelataio                                                                                                                                                          i coni non finiti, e se li gustava... 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Trasferitomi per lavoro sulla provinciale                                                                                                               per COMO ad Albese  con Cassano,                                                                                                       lo vedevo passare felice curvo sulla bici...    
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Qualche anno fa ne parlai all'amico RE,                                                                                                       il quale disse: < Un giorno andando a Como  vidi un uomo                                                                                                        caduto dalla bicicletta, di modeste condizioni, 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              lo aiutai a rialzarsi, gli chiesi se avesse bisogno,                                                                                                                                          ringraziò e se ne andò                                                                                                                   nella storia di Erba del dopo guerra.

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