{"id":536,"date":"2011-10-25T17:35:42","date_gmt":"2011-10-25T15:35:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mundoirc.net\/wordbruixo\/?p=536"},"modified":"2012-05-01T19:49:43","modified_gmt":"2012-05-01T17:49:43","slug":"adios-fiera","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mundoirc.net\/wordbruixo\/archives\/536","title":{"rendered":"Adi\u00f3s Fiera"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>All\u00e1<\/span> donde<\/span> est\u00e9s<\/span> yo me quedo<\/span> con tu<\/span> sonrisa<\/span>, con las<\/span> veces<\/span> que<\/span> me has cortado<\/span> el<\/span> aliento<\/span> en el<\/span> sof\u00e1<\/span> de<\/span> casa<\/span>, viendo<\/span> tus<\/span> arriesgados<\/span> adelantos<\/span>, tus<\/span> curvas<\/span> casi<\/span> rozando<\/span> el<\/span> suelo<\/span>, porque<\/span> contigo<\/span> se<\/span> me va<\/span> uno<\/span> de<\/span> mis<\/span> dos italianos<\/span> preferidos<\/span>, y desde<\/span> lejos<\/span>, todos<\/span>, cada<\/span> uno<\/span> en su<\/span> lugar<\/span> y a su<\/span> manera<\/span>, hemos<\/span> llorado<\/span> tu<\/span> partida<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Porque<\/span> has sido<\/span> criticado<\/span> por<\/span> muchos<\/span>, odiado<\/span> por<\/span> tantos<\/span> y venerado<\/span> por<\/span> los<\/span> dem\u00e1s<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Se me fue<\/span> el<\/span> ni\u00f1o<\/span> de<\/span> sonrisa<\/span> eterna<\/span>, el<\/span> peluquitas<\/span>, mi ricitos<\/span>, porque<\/span> las<\/span> carreras<\/span> ya no ser\u00e1n<\/span> lo mismo<\/span> sin ti. Tachado<\/span> de<\/span> loco, pero\u2026 \u00bfQui\u00e9n no esta<\/span> loco hoy<\/span> en d\u00eda<\/span>? \u00bfCu\u00e1ntos de<\/span> nosotros<\/span> no hemos<\/span> arriesgado<\/span> al<\/span> m\u00e1ximo<\/span> por<\/span> ser<\/span> los<\/span> mejores<\/span> en algo<\/span>?<\/span><\/p>\n

Vallas<\/span> donde<\/span> vallas<\/span>, seguir\u00e1s<\/span> siendo<\/span> el<\/span> eterno<\/span> guerrero<\/span> de<\/span> los<\/span> caminos<\/span> grises<\/span>.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Estaba<\/span> trabajando<\/span> cuando<\/span> me lo pregunto<\/span> una<\/span> compa\u00f1era<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n

– Oye<\/span>, \u00bfT\u00fa sabes<\/span> quien<\/span> es Marco Simoncelli<\/span>?<\/span><\/p>\n

– Claro<\/span>. Es un<\/span> piloto<\/span> de<\/span> moto GP<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n

– Pues<\/span> se<\/span> ha jodido<\/span>. Ha sufrido<\/span> un<\/span> accidente<\/span> y ha fallecido.<\/span><\/p>\n

Escalofr\u00edo por<\/span> la espina dorsal y las<\/span> lagrimas asomando al<\/span> llegar a casa<\/span> y ver las<\/span> noticias. Tan solo he visto las<\/span> im\u00e1genes una<\/span> vez. El morbo de<\/span> estas cosas, se<\/span> lo dejo a otros. Yo, tan solo, \u00a0me quedo<\/span> con esos momentos arriesgados<\/span>, esas cabriolas en tus<\/span> victorias, tu<\/span> agresividad en las<\/span> pistas, y tu<\/span> dulzura fuera de<\/span> ellas.<\/span><\/p>\n

No s\u00e9 si nos aguarda algo<\/span> despu\u00e9s de<\/span> esta<\/span> vida, tan solo s\u00e9 que<\/span> los<\/span> recuerdos mantienen vivos a los<\/span> que<\/span> ya no est\u00e1n, y s\u00e9, al<\/span> menos hablo por<\/span> mi, y por<\/span> tres o cuatro m\u00e1s, que<\/span> TU seguir\u00e1s<\/span> vivo por<\/span> mucho tiempo.<\/span><\/p>\n

Un beso Simoncelli, Mi Ricitos de sonrisa Eterna.<\/p>\n


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All\u00e1 donde est\u00e9s yo me quedo con tu sonrisa, con las veces que me has cortado el aliento en el sof\u00e1 de casa, viendo tus arriesgados adelantos, tus curvas casi rozando el suelo, porque contigo se me va uno de mis dos italianos preferidos, y desde lejos, todos, cada uno en su lugar y a … <\/p>\n

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