your songs remind me of swimming.
(we share) the same red soul
Xabi's response to this. Some truths he wants to tell Stevie.
Sometimes, Xabi just wants to hear his voice, and that accent, wants to close his eyes and absorb all the parts of him and his Liverpool he can find between the fractured syllables. His voice is like an anchor, and it can pull him back to every memory, every street and dock, every blade of grass, every other voice that's ever said or sang his name. He wants to give him the truth. Wants to say -
It's the best decision I ever made, to come, to be one of you. Some days, I forget that I'm not there anymore. Some days, I forget I don't play in red anymore. Some days, I miss your city terribly. Some days are most days.
Liverpool always felt like a junction, like a place that was connected to everywhere in the world at once, like if you looked at the water long enough, you could see traces of faraway places, places the same water had actually been. It's an interesting place to call home. You know this, of course. It's a unique place, possibly the greatest place, but it's not separate. I could never separate it, never separate your city and the ground and grass beneath my feet from that ancient city straddling the edges of two continents. There's a common soul, a red soul, that flows through the world, that permeates every place that's ever been overrun with their passion, permeates every person who's ever believed. It's still in me. It will always be in me. Just like you will.
He wants to say, I'm sorry. Wants to say, Thank you. He knew if he did, Stevie would know that it's not just for him, but it's still completely, absolutely his. They've always been good at sharing each other with other people, other things. He wants to tell him, though, You don't have to share me with Madrid though. Not like that. Because it's not - it's not the same.
There are still other things, though. You know that. If it were up to me, I would leave this place that's supposed to be my home country and come back to your rainy city immediately. If it were up to me, that time I came back to Anfield, I would have never left. If it were up to me, I would have never left at all. It's still the best decision I've ever made, probably always will be. Not just because of what we did or how much they loved me.
You loving me is enough for me. But it's not enough for the world.
You and your city are still at the centre of that world though. And I don't want it to go away.
Xabi's response to this. Some truths he wants to tell Stevie.
Sometimes, Xabi just wants to hear his voice, and that accent, wants to close his eyes and absorb all the parts of him and his Liverpool he can find between the fractured syllables. His voice is like an anchor, and it can pull him back to every memory, every street and dock, every blade of grass, every other voice that's ever said or sang his name. He wants to give him the truth. Wants to say -
It's the best decision I ever made, to come, to be one of you. Some days, I forget that I'm not there anymore. Some days, I forget I don't play in red anymore. Some days, I miss your city terribly. Some days are most days.
Liverpool always felt like a junction, like a place that was connected to everywhere in the world at once, like if you looked at the water long enough, you could see traces of faraway places, places the same water had actually been. It's an interesting place to call home. You know this, of course. It's a unique place, possibly the greatest place, but it's not separate. I could never separate it, never separate your city and the ground and grass beneath my feet from that ancient city straddling the edges of two continents. There's a common soul, a red soul, that flows through the world, that permeates every place that's ever been overrun with their passion, permeates every person who's ever believed. It's still in me. It will always be in me. Just like you will.
He wants to say, I'm sorry. Wants to say, Thank you. He knew if he did, Stevie would know that it's not just for him, but it's still completely, absolutely his. They've always been good at sharing each other with other people, other things. He wants to tell him, though, You don't have to share me with Madrid though. Not like that. Because it's not - it's not the same.
There are still other things, though. You know that. If it were up to me, I would leave this place that's supposed to be my home country and come back to your rainy city immediately. If it were up to me, that time I came back to Anfield, I would have never left. If it were up to me, I would have never left at all. It's still the best decision I've ever made, probably always will be. Not just because of what we did or how much they loved me.
You loving me is enough for me. But it's not enough for the world.
You and your city are still at the centre of that world though. And I don't want it to go away.