I did not expect.
After all, it did not take. It is enough for a video on Baggio. On how he fought, suffered, won and lost. Trips to Argentina. But above his eyes as he spoke of the future. And suddenly around me seems to me that, once again, like an outfit of someone else. A macro on a panorama.
The room is narrow, the walls sloppy, thrown away the hours wasted sleeping. Time suffered. I miss the wide horizons, the free air, the sun and rain. I miss the desire for contact with others. The adventure at hand, the involuntary smile, not having anything to defend.
And all this for only peek into the life (fictionalized) of a star.
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