NADA VOLVERÁ A SER COMO ANTES

Raúl

In my car, the melody and lyrics of “Nothing will ever be the same again” take over the space, and my mind. It's a simple lyric that speaks of change. I drive and think about everything that has happened in the last few years, how many changes have taken place in my life, it seems like everything is always changing, and as the song says, nothing will ever be the same, nothing. I cross the city to get to the Training Center, I don't really know what to expect, and after the conversation with my mother, who surprisingly confessed to me knowing how I felt about Alana, I received a call from Tomás, who had received some calls from teammates, who were saying countless things, and I'm already getting nervous, I don't know what will happen to me.

When I arrive at the entrance to the CT, many journalists approach me before accessing the parking lot. I can already imagine why. I can park, and thanks to Díos, none of them are allowed to enter that space. I put my feet in the locker room, c