Escritos na varanda

Imagino-me a escrever na varanda, ao fim da tarde, com o Sol a por-se no horizonte e uma bebida gelada ao lado. Como eu nem sequer tenho varanda, tudo isto é ilusão.

quinta-feira, 28 de agosto de 2014

Football


- What are you thinking of?
- Football
- No you are not
- Yes I am
- I see, you don’t want to tell…
- I am thinking about football, but a special type of football, in which I am the ball, and people kicks me, from one place to another; then someone kicks me with extra strength and I flew over the bushes and trees, landing on a garden with grass and flowers; a nice girl appears and when I thought she would pick me and take me home, she kicked me, and there I go again…