Barcelona. The neighborhoods of big cities to look a bit 'all: a little bit' of all peoples, especially the less fortunate, colors and languages, many Chinese, always.
Al Poble Sec we get there after a long day, with the colors and the landscape of Parc Güell still in his eyes. And here the colors, it soon becomes clear, are all different. prams and shops, dirty sidewalks and falafel on the street corner. They told me to go there because it is a neighborhood full of artists that day, perhaps, were on strike.
In Barcelona I saw two football games, and all u beautiful.
The first I saw on television: there were eleven boys with the blue shirt that head-have imposed their beautiful game, with precise and imaginative, the defenseless in many shapes figurines dressed in yellow and red .
The second one I've seen live. But not at the Nou Camp ( Barcelona playing outside his home ). The second I Poble Sec view right in a small square and round, with benches and sloping sides. Two trees on the one hand, to make a door. On the other hand, drawing an invisible field in the form of L, the iron bars of the entrance of the metro: the goal. In the middle of ten children, between eight and eleven. Playing football and playing well. The most talented performing in fake body with the ease of professionals touch the ball with the sole, they hide and they do reappear a little further. Roll-neck, flat, ed'esterno. A turn and low shot. All in a space thirty feet long, yes and no. And the L-shaped.
The first game, the one on TV, I saw in the company of many Neapolitans living in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bat the bar in the middle Black , near the Sagrada Familia. Outside, one of the most incredible performances of the architecture 900. Inside, choirs and tension, recriminations on every touch wrong, blue scarves and colorful invective in the direction of the referee.
the Poble Sec, we stop a little 'time to watch the kids. Slowly we are passionate about, we begin to cheer for one team. We play that when a child touches the ball seems a little Messi is our idol. But all children, both teams, they pass the ball, creating geometry: play like Barcelona, \u200b\u200btheir team. There appear to children.
on TV in the bar next to the Sagrada Familia, the adult men in blue shirt playing with the desire of the children: there is a champion who dreams of being the largest. Soon as he touches the ball you understand that and Argentina, but makes a gesture a child that has nothing to do with fantasy. He too will grow.
The rest is all imagination, and geometry. Children play in the Poble Sec imitating the gestures of their samples, and perfect geometries of their team that always wins.
The eleven boys blue, on TV, they learn slowly, with a great teacher, the same automatic and those same geometry, and all they end up on the feet of a sample that will always put into it.
When we go from Poble Sec as the child makes a good step wonderful. Applaud him: he turns around and sends us kisses, as a big player in its corner. We, however, we realized that this, this is a football town.
The Azzurri have also won them on TV, a game of epic . Send kisses on TV, and everyone inside the bar counter with joy, sing or 'surdato' nnamurato . Someone even started a choir in the word flag, it is better not say.
When we go out of the bar Barcelona is dark and is starting to live the night. I'm happy and I think a big game, small for talent in a small, round, and two words: pattern and geometry. While I think, I look up and see. It is the Sagrada Familia , which gives me reason.
0 comments:
Post a Comment