I'm spending some vacation days to the seaside: so I will use this blog as a diary of my stay at the seaside
Everyday I make long walks along the beach. Surely it's not so easy and elegiac as it seems. The beach is always very crowded and, while walking, I observe the people I meet.
The human universe here is extremely varied. The most common example of beach attender is however the football champion. This category is composed of male individuals who cannot absolutely resist to kick a ball. It's a sort of pathological behavior. I suppose they would avoid to play football along the beach, but they simply cannot resist. They must kick the ball, in any circumastance or moment of the day: if there's a ball, someone has to kick it...
The result is that the beach becomes a huge soccer field where hundreds of kids, young, old, sons, fathers and granfathers play an endless football game. It's a dramatic show...
The rest of the people, including myself, is forced to do the sole thing to do: silently avoid the balls raining from everywhere. We are just a sad minority
The imagine I have is a crowd of people made of existences under this burning sun which, thanks to the fate, come across along the beach just for a brief moment,
In the meantime I keep on hypnotically walking, avoiding balls...
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