Pools by le_pinne
My skin smelling of chlorine, I almost like it.
When I was little I spent hours sniffing the arms while the teacher babbling, Wednesdays and Fridays . Yes, because every Tuesday and Thursday from my childhood and adolescence were spent in the pool. We swam, we spent the breaks in apnea diving, pretending to drink coffee and read the newspaper. The most idiotic of us they never invented. We spent a lot of time in the shower until my fingers were not read. And then under the dryer waiting for my mother when I was in high school under the dryer I reviewed the paradigms of greek and latin, I wrote them on those sheets into squares with lemon and fuchsia me carry them around. Think you what a good girl.
So yesterday I went back for a moment to this, some ten years later. And they are given the results! I could not even complete the 100 mixed, oh, I do not say 200 or 400! No, 100. I did not. I stopped the first strokes of style, and I went as a frog as a matter of drowning. Uncle Pino, no I've got more physical. But I swam fairly, and I have enjoyed as a child. I was the only idiot who had fun in there, you could see with the naked eye. All pledged to make good their tanks and away you go. But what is a training for the Olympics? Take it easy people! Swimming is a funny thing, every bath challenge yourself: who knows where I come not to breathe this time, I wonder if I can overcome quell'ameboide, oh now we see how many seconds it takes me. What then the pool will free your mind, I and the other between a tank and I can not keep from singing and hopping on one foot first and then the other. Shit, let us take it with a little 'light of this fucking life by playing down!
How? What?
Yes, I would go every day in the pool, I put in a good mood in a disarming, I reset the brain circuits in difficulty, and once outside, with the hood over her head and skin that burns I can start over.
How ggiovani would say today?
Ah yes LOVVO POOL IT!
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