CAUSE TRUMPS LIKE US WERE BORN TO RUN

Standing together we were badass, on any given night, on our turf, some of the baddest on the planet. We were united, we were strong, we were righteous, we were unmovable, we were funny, we were corny as hell and as serious as death itself. And we were coming to your town to shake you and to wake you up. Together we told an older, richer story about the possibilities of friendship that transcended those I'd written in my songs and my music. Clarence carried it in his heart. It was a story where the scooter and the big man not only busted the city in half, but we kicked ass and remade the city, shaping it into the kind of place where our friendship would not be such anomaly.

...I'll miss my friend, his sax, and the force of nature that was his sound. But his love and his story -the story that he gave to me, that he whispered in my ear, and that he gave to you- it's going to carry on.

Clarence was big and he made me feel, think, love, and dream big. How big was the big man? Too fucking big to die. You can put it on his gravestone, you can tattoo it over your heart.

Clarence doesn't leave the E Street Band when he dies. He leaves when we die.

Dedicado a mi compañero de batallas, mi enemigo en otras tantas, mi cómplice en más de un secreto, mi abrigo de más cuando tiemblo de frío, mis noches de insomnio, mi hombro sobre el que apoyarme aun cuando me niego a ello, ese que soporta mi obsesión musical, el que me enseña, también el que quiere aprender, mi café para dos, en definitiva y por encima de cualquier cosa... mi mejor amigo. Porque algún día podremos contar una historia parecida a la aquí narrada, con una carretera, un coche destartalado y muchas aventuras de por medio. Y espero que de fondo, en cada uno de nuestros buenos ratos, Springsteen sea la banda sonora de todos ellos. No se me ocurre mejor persona con la que vivirlo. Y se que no será de otro modo.