The swimming pool
The summers, the heat on my back, the smell and taste of chlorine. All day long playing with my childhood friends, rehearsing crazy ways to dive into the water. Challenges to keep the breath under the surface. Red eyes after keeping them open while swimming. The fresh breeze chills with the towel on. Tearing grass apart with my hand, while looking at that pretty girl from the neighborhood. The card games. We used to play until the heat would drag us again to the water. swimming, playing, going out of the water, cards, heat...Over and over again until the sun goes down and the heat does so.
Then, coming back home with the hair tangled up and the skin dry as cardboard. Tired of all day playing and running and laughing. Walking back home for more than two kilometers, but still having lots of fun on the way. Go to bed and sleep like a baby.
The summers, the heat on my back, the smell and taste of chlorine. All day long playing with my childhood friends, rehearsing crazy ways to dive into the water. Challenges to keep the breath under the surface. Red eyes after keeping them open while swimming. The fresh breeze chills with the towel on. Tearing grass apart with my hand, while looking at that pretty girl from the neighborhood. The card games. We used to play until the heat would drag us again to the water. swimming, playing, going out of the water, cards, heat...Over and over again until the sun goes down and the heat does so.
Then, coming back home with the hair tangled up and the skin dry as cardboard. Tired of all day playing and running and laughing. Walking back home for more than two kilometers, but still having lots of fun on the way. Go to bed and sleep like a baby.
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