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Artist: IZAL<br />
Song: COPACABANA
https://open.spotify.com/track/4hTXeWayUVMwoz6v1CviSN?si=HGO0E6uvSLO8YAEfA0WbcA
In Spain, things are slow, too many daily cases, deaths, uncertainties. Sunny days are on the rise, but unfortunately, fear is still felt especially in the big cities. They will never said that the Nadal family doesn’t comply with established protocols and do what is right, even if that means having the Academy with isolated children and workers and themselves cautiously following all the government's instructions, whether they like it or not.
The networks can be a relief or hell, so once Rafa starts his day he decides to take a cursory glance over the bombardment of news and opinions and immerses himself in music to begin his exercise routine.
He likes to jump from one song to another and often ventures into the recommended playlist or discoveries in search of new themes. And from time to time it happens that he listens to a song, which doesn’t have to be exactly new, but for him, it is a jolt that leaves him trapped in it and delights in that feeling of getting hooked on something that existed, perhaps he had even heard in passing, but that right now hits him differently and suddenly causes emotions that he had covered, rather out of healthy than by choice and they float softly sweeping him slowly.
Fortunately, he’s s only in the exercises room when he listens to a song by a Spanish group, known, but not so much, that it was a success but not in those pounding pop music dials, but in those that listen to a little better music, and shudders with the images that evoke him.
"It seems that it is written for and by us, God, I miss it so much, when this will end and we can touch each other again, now I wound settle for a direct look and a hands-on car in the hallways of a tournament. Feeling its warmth near, its scent, even if it is surrounded by its people and me by mine, I would settle for so little ”... Tears roll while listening to“Copacabana” by Izal, and transports him to a past in so many places, During all these years, he can't avoid the need to save the song and send it to Roger with a phrase that he wants to sound light so as not to open up the channel and show him how broken, sad and empty he feels right now.
“Hey, Rogelio, training, and listening to good music. It's in Spanish, that's how you practice. I miss you a lot"
He gives him to send and continues with the playlist trying to move to another that makes him forget that weight with which he has stayed too long. If something has characterized in his life, it’s not staying hooked on anything and moving on, whatever the cost.
After a few minutes, he receives a reply
“Hello Raf, finally I had to go to google to translate it, and after listening to it a couple of times I had to pick up all my pieces from the floor and put myself back together to answer you. Many memories, too many emotions, too long without seeing you. I desperately miss you too. ”
Decidedly that song will return to sound a lot these days, he creates a new playlist called Quarantine songs and will share only with him.