Living a party to which you do not feel bound, which does not concern you, as the Easter holiday for a Muslim or Manuel Lambs to the concert Laura Pausini the , has a strange effect.
There was such a high density of dust electricity that you could feel the allergic effect even if your bone structure is not combined with it.
The rhythmic waves of the hearts of 100 000 people, the sound vibrations of a people that has seen two-tone black prevail in the years that he suffered any defeat, disappointment, made a square dome magic box ready to be open to intense cries of joy. A cheerleader who has heard the promises were not kept, witness glistens momentary and inevitably destined to vanish, as in an eternal Waterloo, the end of a dream called empire.
In the air there was hope, pride, revenge and an understanding that a dream could be realized.
shake this feeling I felt in the transition from empty beer bottles, nicotine and anti-stress palpable vessili Inter. The breathing and I was good, making me smile but tickling me, arrived at the core of my person hangs. A barrier of antibodies different colored seal off that feeling of well being making me return the memory. "this is not my party, as it is beautiful."
And it happens that the pores of the skin pulling on the bridge turned into a mere observer, chronicler of cold a ritual called football I want or I will not have affected my life forever.
The games on the road, a ball in the belly that almost made me pass out at the age of 8 years, the climb over the gates of every house possible to retrieve the ball. And yet, the challenges with the other districts, and those lost finals won the flag sewn by my mother to a elbow Autumn in Milan.
Everything back, I rediscover capable of being happy for the colors, not a bad feeling drowsy.
wanted to Madrid, he has conquered.
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