Al mio barista, emigrato in Continente
The've known a lot? Lot;
has now become too old.
I am one of his former client, if within
, mixed people,
stops, greets me alone.
replacement, then returns to his role:
asks me, with a display of double
- siedon couples at the tables -
"Work?" Which job?
What are you drinking? Served you at the bar? ".
answer is that times are hard. Then I look distracted
its walls.
remember childhood my immature
Riva already soared on the grass. Already there was a comprehensive set
(Francescoli, Zola, Fonseca)
and fixed between those players
the image of the four died. I
thirty years, I drink a Varnelli
but those posters are.
I would ask, but I am silent,
not babble at random,
"How do not come in Sardinia?"
is at home, if the marks Cagliari.
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