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“Now the sun is up, but I don’t care
Real Madrid vanished into thin air
For me, the world is not the same
Nobody mentions the club’s name
The TV doesn’t show a single game
This endless day makes me insane
Why do I relive it again and again?
There’s nothing new in my newsfeed
Because the fans also disappeared
And there’s nothing real in Madrid
Valdebebas is just a big cornfield
I have no idea where’s the team
Do you know how strange I feel?
Now I tell myself “Just don’t forget”
I search for the players on the net
But “No results” is all that I can get
I ask some people on the street
No one understands what I need
Like this world has a secret to keep
Now my life is false and I can’t sleep
So I just hunt the echo in the wind
Real Madrid, Real Madrid
Today will be that famous El Clasico
As always, between Barca and Atletico
The press writes nothing about my club
And I feel down even when the sun is up
There’s no sign of Real Madrid, I give up
Instead of the Bernabéu, there’s a shopping centre
“Atletico rules the city” was said by a TV presenter
No, Real Madrid is the best, there’s no one better
If only I could find at least the team’s member...
Now there’s no club badge on my chest
And I can’t find the exit from this quest
Those memories are all that’s left
But this day is endless, I’m stressed
The sun is up, I look for my team here and there
And then I send this rhymed letter to nowhere
Can anyone bring Real Madrid back here?
You think you’ll always have your team
And that this thing nobody can steal
Someday you’ll wake up from this dream
And discover that this club is not even real”
February 2019, “Without Real Madrid”
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