Playing futsal with the locals is an absolute treat
They laugh fiercely and freely and speak with their feet
Their surprise that a gringo loves football just as much,
Turns to embarrassment when I make a silky touch
I love the way they refuse to make an ordinary pass
They flick the ball in the air, as though the court is filled with glass
When the battle is over, we gather for some beers
Sitting on newspaper stacks outside a corner store: cheers