I was thinking Saturday afternoon while pouring rain to attend a football match in Serie B.
I was there, as always, when the links are grenade, I was there as usual for that color blood, sour, strong, visceral.
I was there for a game against a team practically relegated to the brink of failure, without history nor blazon.
And I was there, like many others.
Why was the Taurus.
And today, as every year, I'll be there.
Since walking with dad nell'antistadio scarred of that temple which is Philadelphia.
Since, during a lunch break I consumed my meal sitting on the ruins the stands demolished by people without memory.
It was raining hard, and as' so often in this day and I stroll inside, trampling the grass.
From nowhere, a benevolent cloud and a timid ray of sun in the sky and the tears stop it convinced me to stop.
worked a few steps from Fila and I could not spend those few minutes there, the stadium of Heroes.
Two sandwiches eaten lunch break in the silence of the most incredible of my life: well, I said ... I ate with Heroes, I can return to the office.
When I got out of the field here in the rain. Abundant, prickly, bad.
That day there was rain and fog.
There were the Invincibles on the plane coming back from Lisbon.
honor and keep his memory alive for those who need that color blood, sour, strong, visceral.
going to rain tomorrow.
And I'll be there.
Why is not football.
not typhoid.
E 'respectively. And 'love.
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