Children

Children under the house are playing. There is one that is not like the others. Let's say he is unpleasant. Indeed, a little annoying. Better hateful, su. He's an asshole, to be honest. This child is an asshole. It is not that if one is a child one must not be misjudged. The fact is objective. They play ball, I hear them, while I'm on the balcony taking the first warm sun rays of this fucking fake spring. "Do you want to see that I can do 10 dribbles in a row, first with the right and then with the left?", Is unbearable. "Come on," the shy voice of another child replies. The intolerable starts to dribble. "Look and learn. One, two, asp ... ..... one, fuck ...... one, two, three, asp ... one ... one, two ....... one , two, three, four, pigs .... one, two .... yesterday I made 30, you see .... one, caz .... one, two, asp ... .... one. ... one ..... one ... ". And so on, without exceeding the three dribbles for more than 5 minutes. I look out and look at him. I smile. Then I chuckle. Finally I laugh. Oh, I laugh. Little asshole, I already know what you'll become. I met some great "you" in my life. You'd better get used to the "me" on the balcony. And to fly a little lower.

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