How difficult is to make sense to this life.
Since I was a child, playing, learning, living (in a simple word) was the sense.
Sport was my life, overall soccer, but in that time nobody saw soccer as a way of life, just enjoy the game, who have always loved this sport.
After doing a quick summary, the college, school, military service(Air Base Cuatro Vientos-Madrid), but good memories.
From our birth, we’re a factory of memories, if we don’t capture them, these memories where do they go?
How complicated is everything.
P.S.: I attached you my last work, titled “switchboard”.
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