Yesterday I wasn't really able to write anything but today I will try to write all what is on my mind now.
Yesterday...at 14:30 Sevilla's player Antonio Puerta passed away...his life ended too early...just 22 years...leaving his pregnant wife...I'm not going to tell more about his death...you probably know it already...
And I look at the pictures and news and I still don't believe that he's gone...it's hard to accept that probably God called him to play on the sky...I believe that there is something after....heaven...where everything is just like here but only good things...with all beautiful nature and animals...yes, animals...I don't believe in what my religion teacher said...that animals don't go to heaven...it's not true...they have a soul too...I still remember the look in my dear dog's eyes...he wanted me to leave, not to see he is sick...the next day...he was gone...there was nothing that could make me believe that it had to happen...but then he appeared in my dream...sitting on the beach and told me his fine and that I shouldn't be worried...and since then I believe we will meet again some day, my friend...Crnko, wherever you are, you know I will never forget you...
You can think I'm crazy or something...like some of my friends do...but that is how I feel...and I have an answer for people who don't understand why I cry so much for a person who I never met... they say people die every day...it's unfortunately true...but Antonio Puerta wasn't just any person...his goals and his love for football and Sevilla made thousands of people happy...and now when he's gone...he united spanish football...today is not important which club you like or hate...today we are all together...
Antonio Puerta, I hope you will find peace on the sky with angels...
...and I wish all luck of the world to your son who will be born soon...
...we will never forget you....