I was lucky enough to experience this World Cup in my own country,
to feel the energy that pulsed through the streets of Buenos Aires,
where a heavenly magic united us,
regardless of who we were or where we were going.
Faces illuminated by hope,
voices singing a song, inviting us to learn it.
Hands, humid with anticipation, reaching for a hug,
wondering eyes searching for something to see.
On the canvas, fluorine colors ignite his fibers, like mine.
Inspired, I am.
From grandparents to parents to children,
his name will be sung.
It transcends the plane of materiality.
Lionel Messi, immortal he will be.
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