In Alsace, we know how to receive athletes between 2 creation sessions. Loans?
Architect, decorator, client and even… for our sports prospects. Who takes the winner? In singles or doubles. The entire Metamorphoze team is challenging you. At the end of the day, between noon and two? On the banks of the Ill?
3 winning sets. The losers pay for the aperitif. Whatever… everything is already ready with us. We invite you.
We take this opportunity to share with you the lament of the ping pong ball written by Francis Briatte. Amusing…
Lament of the Ping Pong Ball
I’m the little white ball
I do ping and pong sometimes
From your racket I let loose
Thanks to your forehand
The setback sometimes
You make me turn around by your services
I’m losing my head and I can see myself!
I bounce back and run away
You have an effect on me, of course!
And if I step away from the table
The smatch puts me back on my right
It’s not me who refuses to bounce back
But your strength has failed
And too close I’m sent
Sometimes it’s the other way around and far away
I’m shipped
The two points are lost
And I ride anywhere!
Pick me up, I want to play
In your pocket warm me
And on the table make you shine
Please don’t crush me, I didn’t like your sneakers!
I don’t refuse the fight!
No more than three at a time!
The trash is not for me.