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n group of children wearing only a sweatshirt and play football in the backyard. And 'the picture that most impressed me during my walk yesterday afternoon. There was a beautiful day, to Saturday, and the tenor of the previous post is the proof. So I decided to dig up the old days when tired, depressed and exasperated I climbed on his legs and left for an unknown destination. My district covers a large area that fortunately has not suffered major changes in recent decades. Are the cars to have ruined everything, not just speculation. After all pitches are still a few garden (maybe not very nice) is still there where it was twenty years ago. And 'the silence that is missing. Noise, pollution, crazy driving wild, the voices of children playing are drowned by the roar of the engines. Walking remained, after all, a state of nature almost mocking the background noise. And I find myself walking. So, I started towards an unknown destination through the usual places dear to me, full of memories. But I do not want falling into melancholy reminiscence of childhood is now lost, this is not the objective of the article today. Put a Saturday in February that smacks of Spring, caressed the sake of open the jacket and loosen the bones, the incomparable pleasure to take off his cap and loosen the scarf. In all this I find myself already an immense pleasure. And I'm walking. And suddenly, here's a nice bunch of kids instead of putting on jackets to use them as an impromptu football goal posts. Changing generations, not the practical sense. I'll be back baby I, I find it difficult. I also want to kick, to decouple from everything, to throw a good right to something powerful, with moments of sadness, problems, perhaps even in this cold. And if this were truly the first light of spring to put on the platform of peace? I want to stop dressing in layers, to ask those children if I can join them, play with them, laughing and joking as only they can do: in a completely natural and free from various hypocrisies. Fiat lux, then. It 'just enough, very little. Light brings light, laughter, children playing, jackets that start, the desire to escape. But where's the Enzo melancholy of the previous post? There is still here. Just a little right? A group of children, pushing the legs, the first spring sun, the old neighborhood. Sadly I'll be back home, I have a bad headache but the day was not the easiest. I am ready to face a new week: let my legs honor, the road is still long.
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