Last night I saw Spain versus Germany at a soccer match.
It was the final of the European championship, but...
I dreamed Brasil. What a nostalgia of Pelé!
The black king of the balls flew on the grasses of the sky.
His dad wept with sorrow for the defeat of their national team
So the son won three Worldwide championships.
I shall tell you about him, my Lesbia,
And with his simple gestures he'll be forever with us.
Among his brothers o rey chases the ball on the beach of Guarajà,
He stops and, at sunset, shows us his eternal smile of rapaz.
Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello
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