Dybala, the man of the Moon

Paulo Dybala has been in Miami for days with Oriana. He plays tennis with Correa, meets former teammates, takes part in the friendly “The beautiful game” organized by Ronaldinho and Roberto Carlos, sunbathes, takes a bath and more. At the moment he is a golden unemployed: good as he is, he must have combined a big, very big one, if Juve dumped him, Milan are not looking for him, Roma simply probed him, Napoli don’t. can no longer allow, Real is in a state of grace, Barcelona in disgrace and the Premier does not consider it: the 10 or 9 and ½ of pure technique in those parts are struggling.
I would like to reassure everyone, however: Paulino has not contracted contagious diseases, he is very healthy, he pays taxes and has an agent-friend, Jorge Antun, who, like the Chinese, is sitting on the edge of the sofa waiting for someone to get sick: he hopes in Marotta, the only one to have looked for the jewel, who nevertheless is grappling with the surprising return of Lukaku and a thinning plan not yet defined.
Paulo is out at the moment, but inside the dreams of all the fans who love the class and the spectacle of football: Inter Milan fans, Roma fans, Neapolitans, Lazio, Juventus “orphans”.
As far as I understand – I manage as I can, to protect a dream – without leaving reality I would propose Dybala and his virginal footballing naturalness – now deified perfection – to Elon Musk, the richest on the planet, not grossier but adventurous gentleman . He could detect it at any rate, make the necessary knowledge of it and then create with his smiling complicity Huizinga’s Homo Ludens – characterized by an instinctive tendency to play and fun – to which I refer you for completeness. And to the world he would show it, Musk, by making money and meditating – if any – on reproduction. Paulo, the Man of the Moon.