Twisted lines by God? (for English speaking people)

Not everything can be politics and football, sorry! It 's boring always talking about both topics. What a way to treat them in the media! What lack of true balance and fairness! It seems you should be always in one or other side.
Meanwhile, August 15th is very hot. And the same things happen when it is not so hot. people have to live. 

That day the Spaniards celebrate the Virgin in her many names. I do not know why Anglo-Saxon people hate so much virgin Mary, just a woman. The celebration is a tradition of centuries, not new,  rooted in the towns and cities. A woman is granted a privilege incomprehensible, not given to any man. It can be understood only through faith. Besides marking the religious issue date, the bullfights are a must. Bullfights is a tradition and an art incomprehensible to many foreign and some domestic citizens.

People feel the heat. In an open-air terrace evening runs. There are four people at a table, unknown to me, so I guess it is a family group. The woman about 48 years old, husband 55 perhaps, a son 18 and another 10. I do not know them. I ignore if they are marriage, family, partners, or close friends. I can be wrong in ages, I suck at it too. I do not know either if the family has more members, what is the nationality or origin. Do these details matter?
They are tall, above the average size of Spaniards, which is improving. The boys are good looking, black hair, dark complexion. All in shorts. But the child has something, a disease. He speaks in a slow way. He is mischievous, restless, he plays with the hair of his father, with his mother's makeshift bun, after a day at sea or pool. He shoves his hand over his father's shirt, he tickles him. He wants to lower his pants. He play with his brother, you see a special complicity. His older brother hugs him like a buddy. He care, he pampers, he services him. I do not hear what they are talking about. He drink his coke. He drops some olives or potato chips. All in the family allegedly take turns to give him another hug. The kid is not interested in the world, he pays no attention to what happens around him. I see him laughing and I think he is happy, very happy. And those who are with him too.

I continue reading the press to instruct me. The NYT goes around the circle, adapting democracies. A democracy in Egypt, when the majority votes the Muslim Brothers and that means an Islamic Republic, because Islam is primarily political. News about Gibraltar / Catalonia, apples with oranges. British / some Catalans who are at their own and are upset when they are stopped. The Barcenas affair that does not bode well, because no one wants to learn and everyone wants to follow where and how they are. The Pirelli calendar, traffic summer operation and Ronaldinho who has arranged his pretty mouth (no one suggested anything when he played in Spain?). Suddenly it seems the child looks at me and smiles.

The group is gone, the boys embraced as colleagues, and the presumed parents as lovers. I think they are a lucky family. I do not know if they are of this world, because it is hot and we all have hallucinations.