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Ball, any  child in the world experienced the pleasure to play with, to kick it, to receive it and to exchange it with others on a way to the goal or the basket. Very young, I remember I was running on a grass field after the black and white one and we spent hours a day playing soccer, whether it was sunny or rainy day, never wondering about mud and blood we often were covered with after we've scealled our common spring in the action.
Ball, it maybe the reason why we love you so much, flying over our heads, like a shooting star, while your circle is like a wonderful spin uniting us in one energy. Ball, you're round, and within our hands your a perfect sun, a marvelous moon, an unrevealed earth soft and firm, a symbol of the small planet we all unhabit, little creatures in a square of the galaxy. Ball even dragons play with you.
Ball, you maybe small or big, leather, plastic, colored or just an old one we've played with during decades, always, you are this perfection we need to touch since our eyes meet you. Ball, you're lovely.
I remember the cartoon of the wonderful team, the Harlem Globe Trotter,  when the music was mesmirizing us, during the first minute, the basketball turning on the top of an index. This we'd do. This, we spent hours training and doing as a magical trick. Let me show you, now, here it is, with a kick of my big thumb, let's give it enough speed and turn, turn , turn. Magical!  That's what we should call a goldenfinger trick, and though I'm not that fond of basket ball (ah, this whistle: walking! , of course, I'm walking...) , though I'm not that tall, I always liked the goldenfinger trick. And many of us around the world learned it, watching carefully the cartoon, ready to share and enjoy this common trick we a.l enjoy. Furthermore it's a great pleasure when friends  are coming to visit us from far, some, even having flewn from the other side of the blue ball.  And from this moment on and for many decades, together, we'll play the ball. ;)