The trees were roaming high the property in Turin. The thing is, Caos had already arrived there. That is to say that many people see in what we can actually be. The chemicals in his being were going through his veins. Hin neropenephrine was going wild: this was the moment he would meet one of his idols. Del Piero actually influenced his career in most part for what he did for him. Basically, he would look at every inch of his style. His dribbling was superior to anything that you actually think: his dribbling would shake the stars of an era. The thing is, you have the habit of what you can actually do or perhaps it would be better than you actually think what you may do during match.

Del piero was not just a player: his shoot, accuracy, precision, abilities, vision, handling, and scoring were out of this world. That is to say that you can actually retake in what we may see in the mistery of love and reason. Every step was calculated. Every shoot was missled to the goal with unique toughness to destroy the guards of hades. That is to say that he was hightly respected on the field of champion. Girls would love him. The need to be alive with him was life itself. The need to get to know him was honor itself for he had given Italy a new reason for them to show up again. Caos would roam the mansion and walk to the gates.

The gates reflected the way he would be on the field: the flame of playing and taking over the game. The thing is, nothing could be like this nor even like or perhaps it would the ultimate sensation of what we can actually see. That is to say that we cannot go away from what it is done in the scheme of things. Fundamentally, this gotta be the honor of heroes and unpleasant feeling of the unique one that can shake the universe. In truth, this reveals more than we can observe. That is to say that we abandon ourselves in the wholeness of the universe. The thing is, this would be the case of Caos. That is why he found a father in the figure of Del Piero.

Caos: HHAHA! So this is the house of my fathe figure…. HAHAH! JUST AS ABSENT AS MY REAL FATHER. t may be important to great thinkers to examine the world, to explain and despise it. But I think it is only important to love the world, not to despise it, not for us to hate each other, but to be able to regard the world and ourselves and all beings with love, admiration and respect. Maybe, I am too innocent for what it be life or perhaps death possesses me in the most unsettleling way.

There is an innocence in admiration: it occurs in one who has not yet realized that they might one day be admired in what we call the initial period of love for what we wish to be true in us. Far from it, it has been my entire crime scene in what you actually call the fire of love and dedication. You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never so it Rises from the soul, and sways as the heart of every single hearer, with deepest power, in simple ways. you’ll sit forever, gluing things together, cooking up a stew from other’s scraps, blowing on a miserable fire, made from your heap of dying ash. let apes and children praise your art, If their admiration’s to your taste, But you’ll never speak from heart to heart, unless it rises up from your heart’s space and yet there is, my firend, where I find who I am.

As he said this, a guard would let him come in. that is to say that they were waiting for him. Well, at least, they knew him. They were aware of him because of his videos and reputation. In doing so, they actually greeted him and ask him why he was here for that day in the most important way.

Guard: What do you love Caos?

Caos: this is hilarious. It is this: All children should be taught to unconditionally accept, approve, admire, appreciate, forgive, trust, and ultimately, love their own person and yet I still love my mentors.

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