Already three days, to this day.
Three days' mourning shall come to an end. The pain shall be over. I don't suppose one can always consume the shadow from the past, let alone the past means death. He will live an eternity, in the memories of people who genuinely love him. And that's enough, because that's how life goes.
So, before I let go the elegy from within, just let me put down these last words here, for him:
Puerta, amigo, Sevilla está contigo.
Hasta siempre, Antonio Puerta.