That Circle Poem by Atef Ayadi

in soccer, it is where everything starts, it is a religious
invention for the public, where you knee on your knees for the king or the establish monarch. they add sometimes something to do in the circle, as an excuse for the existence of such big circle (see ufo's crop' section, google 'stonehenge, '
no wonder, in britain, i mean the island, you can see circles everywhere, no wonder Van Gogh's 'the circles, a starry night' is bought by a british museum or precisely a royal collector.)

this is how i see
soccer,
one goal keeper, tall, strong bones, head-stone, and flexible, young who can gets the beating without crying or yawning. do not worry about the gloves, it is another scientific- cheat -expansive industry.

ten attackers who can alternate between,
the defense line,
the center,
and the attack half-circle; the one that connects the two corners and encircles the goal keeper and the four poor yawning defenders as well.

friendship between all players is a must, because, soccer is becoming
another show industry. I mean twenty two gladiators in one arena.
that is why we hear of competitive wages, bonuses, and salaries.
no difference
what you see in
the hunger games,
or any wealthy installation of art,
it is the same,
in any game,
where ever there is a crowd
a transaction must exist and be done in a transparent way, so the city, state, king or the federation will tax everything, and cuts any dime that moves the way a private bank's board 'advised' the inner circle.

that is the true meaning of a circle.
nature created few circle we can see,
the moon is one of them.
the rest is civilization's bugs or ads-ons.