If ever our love was snowing, I
the red ball, to see you, even if all the white
c'abbagliasse,
you score limits and boundaries uncertain.
Hoping to save the report
the big risk of a suspension;
and I would do so, in my way.
The same, if the goalkeeper rushes
(counting the wrong time) to open
gloves and instead cross the breeze blows, as it only happens to the inexperienced
:
I stop the ball on the line, then without reproach
the blunder.
What a goalkeeper on the ground that is my love.
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