Imagina’t un nen que juga a pilotaamb el pare fent de porter.És diumenge al matí, són a un patí d’escolai no hi ha ningú al carrer.
I de lluny des del cel, ells no ho veuen,però hi ha una cosa que es mou.Només se senten les bromes del pare,rialles del nen que fa gol.
I una ombra els tapa el sol lentamenti del cel baixa un còndor geganti envolta amb les urpes l’espatlla del neni se l’emporta volant.
Imagine a boy who plays footballwith his dad as goalkeeper.It's Sunday morning, they are on the school playgroundand there is no people in the streets.
And far away in the sky, they can't see it,but there is something moving.One can only heard the dad's jokesand the boy's laughters when he scores a goal.
And a shadow slowly hides the sunand a huge condor comes down from the skyand it grips with the claws the boy's shoulderand takes him away flying.