This small country with a glorious past so sceptical
of the present a longing for what once was and
will never come back; a country which sings and
echoes gentleness and sweet melancholia.
A famous sports star from the near past died and
the country fell into a collective mourning that
seemed to go deeper than the legend's passing, but
a profound unhappiness about the future itself.
This austerity imposed from the outside is like a chain,
a vortex of misery swirling around making the land
grey as the politicians who rule them. A country needs
its sporting heroes, alas, the modern ones go and play
abroad, better pay, ok, but not the same, the legend
who died, played for his country.
