the eyes I was talking about...

The Birth of a Myth

The past few days all I´ve seen on tv are news about the death of Michael Jackson and every kind of detail of his intense life. Although I was not really a fan of him, I guess he is a part of every human being´s life. Who hasn´t tried the moonwalk? well I have.

I´ve seen all these images of him on tv since his childhood untill his last days and wow, what a change. and not only physically. A little boy who had so much against him. Poor, black, a drunk dad... and so on. but he also had a soul which he could show through his vivid eyes. The soul of an artist born. As a child he showed the harbinger of a great performer with peculiar movements which belong to him only. He was "eloquent" using the body languange...

I would like to understand his life, what he had to go through to be where he was. Someone who knew all the steps to fame and to decadence. A life full of glory and ruin.

I wonder if he could still see himself in the mirror... maybe thats why he kept doing surgeries again and again...
Perhaps he was just trying to find some of his childhood happiness in his eyes, since his eyes were the only part of him left unchanged. Now that his soul left his body... he must be dancing the moonwalk on the moon on his way to heaven or whatever...

well a man has passed away. A myth has been born!

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Sometimes all you don´t want to is let something goes... but some stuffs are just like water because it doesnt matter how strongly you tighten them with your hands, they will fatally go through your fingers... which will be wet for a while but soon all is gone.
I wanna settle down my heart... passions have taken lots of tears away from my eyes and hours of my sleep.

i have an inevitably smiley everytime I see youuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Canoa Quebrada - some dreams start here...