I remember I remember that hot afternoon of my childhood with the same feeling of that moment .... The sun was falling in my yard and the silence of people who took refuge in the houses for shelter from scorching heat that was so deafening that he could hear from a great distance. For a long time my mother had already given up his passion for gardening, youth, and left to grow along the edges of the beds only a few highly resistant Crassula that, in the shadow of two volatile pine rigermogliava despite the summer and the tongues of fire ' pitiful wandering of my leather ball ..... Sway under curfew could not go play in the yard no earlier than 4 pm and my entreaties were useless to anticipate the time of the day also a few minutes .... but that day things were about to change .... we decided to go out with my brother and tried to sneak a bit 'to pass the ball without letting it bounce on the ground or on the wall ... is clear: this was short-lived because we did not have the ability to Ronaldinho to keep it suspended in the air for hours and hours ..... The window of the house opens ... after a few seconds the door ... After a few moments the ball was no more ...
we found the ball with a wound cut now undone and the appearance far removed from those to which we had affezzionati .... was thrown into the garbage, and it was as if we had lost a part of us ....
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