I was lucky enough to enjoy this world cup in my own country and thus be able to experience the energy that existed on the streets of Buenos Aires, where a heavenly magic united us regardless of who we were and where we were going. Faces illuminated by hope, voices singing a song, inviting us to learn it. Humid hands looking for a hug, wondering eyes that find something to look at. On the canvas, fluorine colors ignite his fibers like mine. Inspired I am. From grandparents to parents and children his name they will sing. It transcends the plane of materiality. The Pharaoh. Immortal he will be.