Persuit/Dedicated to you, M

Persuit

We tried obsessively to gain you back,

to keep you long immortal

For there is much we'd dare to give

if death was a rehearsal..

Day by day we all pretend

that nothing is too hard to get

But when we see our loss in the public eye,

we stop all our hearts.. and cry

We stop and think what happened

and slowly we remember past

Image of unconciousness reveals,

then we feel threatened..

The chase of sadness

The run to wild

are lunatic faces

of a now speechless child

A child-adult

A teenage man

The shape of a God

in the eyes of a fan

The man in the mirror

The child-gentleman

The slender panther

The mannekin man

The undefined

The unlimited

The heaven sent figure

The beauty unrestricted 

All of these explain our persuit

And we sigh, when thinking of ourselves

as the ones who are now left to bear

quiet frustrations,

everlasting despair

Non of us will live another wonder

To us, you were supreme,

superior..

IN MEMORY OF MEGASTAR MICHAEL JACKSON



Dedicated to you, M..

I wanted you alive
to admire you for more
to rejoice at each of your appearance on the screen, on stage and in the news

I wanted you present
with your body and mind
charming, for some more sophisticated interviews

I wish my heart could still join the pulse of yours
I wish God had given you another chance to get up
and sing along, a little more.. to all...

I wish you could come once again in front of people
and cover your face with the elegance of smile

I wish you could live your late desirable childhood
while still playing around like kids

I wish you could be here to game for a while the "seling lies" media
...with your gentle eyes...

I wish you could throw your hat to the public again
I wish the glove shine your hand forevermore
I wish you and the dance could live longer as one
I wish your voice could sing on and on
I wish within of mine you hadn't gone...

(Dec. 2009)