My Streetball Confession

Streetball ConfessionThis is one of the best streetball short films I have seen. Here is the exclusive video and lyrics to “My Streetball Confession” by Chris Delgado. Open your heart and mind and feel the passion that over 500 million people around the world share in streetball – the heart and soul of basketball.

My Streetball Confession
When I got introduced to you the very first time, I instantly knew this will become a relationship of indestructible infatuation. The captivation that flew through me, warmed me up in a way, I have only experienced it before, back when I first saw daylight. Every part about you is filled with grace.

Your presence has never become routine. I still always feel like being with you the first time, the very first second. I have always looked to you in my mind full of devotion, great respect and full of fear. Fear, that this could be an unimaginable dream under the firmament. A subconscious wish for something, in reality I could only pray for.

My Streetball Confession

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The irresistible picture you painting- till this day of my life, is art on a different level felt through my soul.
Hypnotizing, mysterious, glamorous, sparkling, tender, gracious, preferred, passionate, and inspiring. Affecting, moving, overwhelming, ingrained, so complex, freeing, kind, unique, calm, keen, sensitive, touching, devoted, loving, understanding, protective…yes…that’s the keyword…”protective.”

My affection hurts from time to time because my perception might never be able to understand your beauty. When colors turn into rainbows, even raindrops cry.

My heartbeat sounds like the ball bouncing off on the asphalt of a dribble, my dreams grew inside the whole. The ball became water, which would veil me until this very day.

I always knew I would be the last one standing out of my crew. I knew that the ballers I grew up with will turn their backs on you someday, walking away from that, what has always been so good to me. Even though new ones found to you, the reflection of myself regarding my affection to you is lonely like an orphan child and I feel deep disappointment and heartbroken about every single one who left you. It got me questioning loyalty, dedication and truth.

You let chaos seem to be so well formed and grief that turned into pain would have no longer a way to move into darker shadows. They say silence is the loudest scream…Therefore is no need to ask: Do you hear me? Do you understand me? The echoes in your swish, your energy and thrill during the sound of a dunk conquered my spirit instantly.

When I was a child, you took my hand and lead my way, regardless any life conditions.

I remember bright light shining out the void between your and my palm of our hands, colorful as the polar lights, promising as the gloss of the first shaft of sunlight on a newborn day.

I slept on the asphalt; I spend all my hours on there with you, night and day.
My refuge, my life, my love…

When the curtains of my life close, you will remain inside of that what I have been. Shaped through you and left by you because I would never have attempted to look another way.

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