and no, no lovely ladies, fine
make sock
but turn your back to 22 young men while playing
ankles and knees
no honors.
And then the final of the Liga de Escom
the second most important dell'altiplano. Not even the cry
punter
exuberance or the wailing dell'arquero
pierced by needles and distracts you from the chat,
chatted on the wire between Castilian and Aymara.
It is no interest in you as
flag flown on the hill
beaten by the wind until the next Liga
or pueblo which odorerĂ of beer and urine
unconscious for two days of fiesta.
And yet I say that we invented football
him to us, when
finished trophies on horseback.
A man could die if not
finds a way to fight and get dirty in an 'arena,
bewitched by
looks kind of tie to his deeds.
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