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.