French Open men's singles 4th round: Soderling d. Nadal 6-2 6-7(2) 6-4 7-6(2)

For me:

"The edges of the summit still appall
When we brood on the dead or the beloved;
Nor can imagination do it all
In this last place of light: he dares to live
Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings
Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things."


For him:

"Good-night; ensured release,
Imperishable peace,
Have these for yours,
While sea abides, and land,
And earth's foundations stand,
And heaven endures.

When earth's foundations flee,
Nor sky nor land nor sea
At all is found,
Content you, let them burn:
It is not your concern;
Sleep on, sleep sound."

You no longer reign at Roland Garros, but you are still, to me, forever, the undefeated. And although we have never known each other, you are my family. So go, sleep, fly, rest. Even the sea dies.

Tardará mucho tiempo que nacer, si es que nacer. . .

We love you, Rafa.