Autunno.
E' il tempo del rugby. Quello cosi' rugby che piu' rugby non si puo'.
Pioggia, freschino e fango.
Eppure sabato a Rovigo non era cosi'.
Eppure sabato si stava con il viso al sole come per ricaricarsi in vista del frescolino at the door.
Yet on Saturday, at some stage, you see things that you people would not even imagine .
We saw a mother breastfeeding her baby with a freedom comparable to the flight: beautiful scenary, with one breast to the wind in the stands, brings to the meal more 'sweet.
We saw, in perfect contrast to the picture above, sitting next to us Troncon Ale pull off jeans crumpled to the nth degree.
We saw a lot that he knew of Emmental, including holes. We have seen the
PresindentA of Rovigo occur in a very original look.
We saw, in short, a lot.
We lived in a full afternoon of rugby, in full sun, in the autumn.
season rugby season removals.
And I become the queen of the cartons.
0 comments:
Post a Comment