A dream that lay deep in my childhood fears and fantasies and was still there to remind me that time was passing.
You have to see him knowing that his name is Abdul Azad, that he is from Tangiers, and that his name, at this very moment, is rattling around in the head of someone else, who, two blocks from there, has laid a trap for him while Abdul walks along between hope and fear among the blurring colors that mottle the parked cars and filthy storefronts.
— Ernesto Pérez Zúñiga
Messi at Bavaria: [sniffs] Fear. The city is rank with it. Let us ease their suffering.
You have walked among us a spirit, and your shadow has been a light upon our faces.