just follow that black line.
top can be tiring and nerve-wracking, but once you get used not gonna stop doing that. the secret is to follow the black line without asking questions, without set goals, taking no limits: in practice, without thinking.
just follow the black line and move on.
indeed, back and forth.
and counting.
mark the number of tanks covered, mentally repeating the number, like a mantra that you dig in the head.
obsessively keep the pace, and at every stroke, return to put his mouth out of the water to stay in this hostile environment only for a few moments needed to fill my lungs with oxygen, and then riaffondare head under the surface and head back to gaze down the black line. keeping in mind the brief snapshots captured above the line: the shimmering blue of the sky, the advertising of an electrician, a child with arms on the trampoline, forums always empty when I swim, the type that would save me if I were drowning, a air leaving the trail, from which the girl I want to be saved, beached whales and others that are aqua, eyes that stare you admired, some eyes that you sympathize with and then go back behind a good book ...
thousands of images that run parallel to the thoughts that become, with increasing m paths, more and more crowded. about the money that keeps you comfortable giving way to remember when you were a child, I remember a book that did not understand, you think of all the answers that you gave at the right times, put in place other pieces of mosaic, flight fantasy as well as your belly flies up this black line.
but also look at the reality: moccico, hair, and other human remains float by revealing the true essence of the crystal clear water, beautiful butts lying in the sun appear to be huge, as you dance before, physical macho man move slowly and without grace kicking and punching the water, however, only needs to be caressed and indulged (as we all are, after all).
and when the black line ends in a kind of T, strong enough to blow the nose, do a quick somersault, glare from the sun for a moment or feeling the presence of a neon ill, and then press your feet firmly on the wall of the tank find, again, the black line to follow.
if life were so easy, if only enough to follow a guideline.
or maybe it's just that we swim in our lane, thinking of staying in the open sea.
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