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^With some nostalgia...
When you enter a court
The whole site is full of brightness and light
Racquet in hand with the talent begins to flow
It's that magic that you show
Let us live in every game
The most beautiful of all dreams ...
That June 30th ... thousands of miles away...
A voice asked heart
Please! Do not let him go!
That glow in the dark became
That light left to shine
That court never will be the same...
The silence of the racket became the only witness
of the end of that dream ... My God I can not forget ...
My heart while watching you walk repeated ...
Please do not let him go!
Because with him goes my inspiration
He is the best of all
He is the friend, the brother, the illusion ...
Thousands of miles away from you ... yet so close to you ...
Without knowing you...
I was wondering myself... how can it be possible?
How can be this feeling be possible...
love, sadness, lonelyness... all at the same time...
Soon the soul enters the heart rescuing
Rescuing the illusion, hope, inspiration!
Fear not! That's not the end ... it's just a pause
The magic ... that dream will soon be resumed!
That ray of light that illuminates your morning
... will back soon!
.... Sitting on that old coach...
looking out the window just thought ...
Without Roger we have a tremendous void ...
It is as if the air escaped and emptied heart ... ...
There is nothing to say ... there is nothing to pretend ...
Just say we will miss you ...
Roger when we see you our hope grows!
It feeds the love of our soul!
Oh! Roger how much your fans miss you!
Come back strong! ... Lionheart!
Rescue what is yours ... which by chance of fate
was stealed ...
Roger... lovely boy...
More something that would never be stealed ...
is the love and pledge of your heart fans!