April 9

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