was a white table, one of those plastic chairs. Indeed, exactly the tables were two. Both circles, both with a nice hole in the center where they were inserted two umbrellas, also white, of those ending in a fringe pending.
The hotel swimming pool Garden Pineto was not very large, and space a pool was quite small. But behind the slide was a special corner, a corner a bit 'bigger, and in that corner there were two tables occupied by us forever. If I were to tell you
what we did not know what to tell you to spend hours wasting time. We talked, we played cards ... were inevitable and unforgettable matches spit in the ocean.
I do not know why I came back to this memory, but I just feel that a part of me, the one most tied to the past, is still there, sitting at those tables, and wait patiently for me to go back.
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