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Otra puta liga!

Joder. Us trobo a faltar... molt! Podem tornar-hi siusplau? Però ja mateix. No suportu aquesta sensació i aquesta mena de depressió... Vull tornar a viure dies com aquests amb vosaltres. Vull tornar a fer totes aquelles tonteries i a dir totes aquelles frases pròpies de nosaltres. Vull tornar a estar amb vosaltres. Puc dir que hem format com una mena de família? No ho sé, però per part meva; espero que ens tornem a veure ben aviat.

M'atreviria a dir que a nivell de resultats individuals ha set el meu pitjor campionat d'aquest any. Podria dir que odio la quarta posició fins a un punt que ningú s'ho pot arribar a imaginar, i que això de córrer se'm dona molt malament. Malgrat això, puc dir que he pujat a l'esglaó més alt que he pujat mai a la meva vida. Puc dir que som primeres d'Europa i que valem collons. Puc dir que el millor moment de tot el campionat va ser el moment en que vam creuar aquella linia del terra, on em queien llàgrimes, alhora que el meu cap no parava de pensar: no m'ho crec, hem guanyat. 

Primeres d'Europa

Whether or not you win this thing, you got to decide how your gonna walk out of here when it's all said and done. Because the game is going to go on, and theres only one rule your goint to need to know about: there are no second chances. There is only this moment, and the next one. Every one of those moments is a test that you get to take one time, and only one time. So if you see an opening tear into it, if you get a shot at victory, make damn sure you take it. Seize that moment! That moment is a cross roads, where everything you want will collide with everything standing in your way. You got momentum at your back, fear and doubt are thundering like a freight train straight at you. And all you got, the only difference between making history and being histroy, the only thing, the only thing you can count on at any given moment is YOU. It's you versus them. You versus no. You versus can't. You versus next year, last year, statistics, excuses. You versus history. You versus the odds. It's you versus second place. Clock is ticking, let's see what you got.

Trought it all

I've made my mistakes 

I'll stumble and fall

But I mean this words

I want you to know

With everything, I won't let this go

These words are my heart and soul

And I'll hold on to this moment you know

As I bleed my heart out to show

And I won't let go.

No necesito ropa; me arropa el olor de ayer.

No necesito ropa; me arropa el sabor a miel.

No necesito que haya nada entre tú y yo; la piel.

No necesito nada de tu corazón; beber.