Poetic Uniforms

Waiting for the team to enter the court, the crowd shouted 

All the team looking at its uniform, just like a mom looks at her child 

Roaring as loud as a lion, the crowd shouted when the team entered 

Rising to the skies, the team with smiles as big as a building 

In the colors and symbols of the uniform, was easy to distinguish their strength 

On the court, the blue represented their tranquility and loyalty, and the yellow their cheerful traces 

Remaining, as still as a dead man, they felt the air moving through the body 

Starting the game, the ball, excited of being flying through the court was happy as a butterfly  

Sundays when i wake up the memory of when i prepare my uniform runs through

my head, the anxiety of wear blue and white remembers me how much i love it

Classes are not the same, the feeling of being there makes me lose my self in

memories of laughing out theres

Holidays shout me from my window, and the emotion of prepare the plaid skirt

remains me how much i hate it

Old memories of my classmates dirty pants for jumping high as kangaroos at the

break

Oh! what a short skirt my teachers said when they saw me in every hallway

Lazy and crazy days in which my beautiful uniform was part of my amazing life

Justice for the biggest team. 

Uncontrolled we are like the stream. 

Valuable is our shield B E fficient we are in the field. 

Nightmares we sow in our rivals. 

Thrill we didn´t feel when we playing.

Ups we didn´t find the way. 

Seem this will never end.

From blue to red

White in the center

The sheld of Paris

Made in cotton and nylon

For comfort and fearless

there uniforms tell to all that

They are evil as the same demons

They original living deaths

The strong of the empire

The kingdom of power

The lovers of war

The gods of mother earth

The invincible force

The eagles of the sky

Who flew straight to the point

And win in all they missions

France and Paris

All soldiers use the same

So, mortals can difference

Between friends and enemy’s

Between citizens and the force

They are all different

So, marines can see the difference

between the ones on air

And the ones in land

But all serve the two same people

Because for they

the uniform symbolizes more than a flag

symbolize a life

an office and a way

in which they serve

the people they love and care

They have implemented the form, from all in blue

To some white up and black down

An immortal rooster that is national, in gold show the power

In the right is the place, and stripes show the position

Some angelically wicked wings mean air

Blue and white stripes, a marine, and a beret, one of earth

Also, colors make the difference

Because boats aren’t mirages

Grey isn’t green or brown

Then goes the medals, but that’s another story

how not to love my concealing weapon,

if it saves me and calms the fright,

if every time it makes me feel in progression.

how to feel alive without my blinding light.

Without the colors that make me feel alright.

blue as an honest calm evening in Marseille,

gold is our guardian mystery,

red is the blood we shed at every play,

the color white evident in the innocent intimidating victory,

behind every match there’s a whole history.

every time I put my uniform on

my body flies completely free like the wind

is an oddly uncomfortable satisfaction.

is to hear the waves of the sea when you wake up.

Confidence, union, talent is what I feel

my team’s logo is the light in the dark

still, without my team, all this becomes irrelevant,

if we are not together,

we are not celebrant.

Just when you put it on you will fell the adrenaline flowing trought your veins.When i put it on i remembered all the good times when i train. 

football, the number in your back doesn’t matter, you will always feel the pride of wearing it. 

The cotton layer will always touch your skin and that a feeling that during all matchyou will like. 

In a match you will get your uniform dirty but that doesn’t mean the clothes will lose all the things you feel when you wear it, 

you only wash it for getting again all the light and brightness you get when you wearing it.

You can feel  are messi or ronaldo because you are great you are big,

bigger than the niagara falls, you feel that you are unbeatable. 

In a match you will feel a lot of adrenaline and get tired, 

you will get sweaty and also your clothes but that means that you and your uniform are giving their best 

because in a match you feel like your uniform is your complement, 

it gives you that comodity that helps you to be . 

Also the material of the uniform matters because the better your uniform is the better your self eestem has. 

The uniform has a form that gives you the piece you need to play a match,

its comfrtable and beutiful, the olnly thing its missing its the effort you are going to give for winning the match.

Ecuador is my beautiful land where life is carried on rivers.

Condors fly high and protect us from enemies.

Unique is my country in the world, bloodred flags wave down to me.

Awarm sun reflects the greatness of our country.

Deep is our passion, rich is our yellow soul.

Oceans clean our country.

Rising mountains gives us the strength to go on.

The feeling of energy, loyalty and joy while you try your uniform on.

Every time you enter a game giving the most, being a storm.

A feeling consuming your body when you seem the strongest, proudly showing your number.

Mates and friends bouncing and hooping, working together to achieve the goal trying the hardest to one day be the best.

Wearing the blue uniform, representing a happy and beautiful place and most of all the hard work of a team.

Objectives and dreams of one day being the best and a team made with support,loyalty and respect.

Rivers of effort, ready everyday to give the best and have lots of fun with a incredible team. 

Kindness and love, clouds of frustration when we don’t feel we gave our best. 

Rushing through the trees in their high speed suits.

Using their leather boots stepping on puddles.

Synchronized groups advanced to the enemies routes.

Some stood and cracked their knuckles

In plants waiting they were silent as snakes.

Attacking the convoy forcing them to push the brakes.

Combining all those colors that once carried the liberty

Outstanding training carried with dreams of a country

Land which once was green and now protected by its same hope

Once being corrupted by power that uniform never lets us down

Meaning our dreams and security the green on the mountains or the blue of the seas

Beware of the high ranks all passed through the representation of the uniform we all respect

In glory of land and sky the heavy charges and defense they are in charge we still fight for each other

A faithful way to serve the color and to keep in glory of those who fought for you