I put it on facebook, so I restart here. A friend said - I think that just putting words to a feeling very very difficult to explain to those who did not live with glare, the '80 youth - to learn of the death of Michael Jackson was like to believe that Mickey Mouse die.
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Michael is more than one kind of strange habits. Is an icon of an era, is the embodiment of a time when the world and, far above all this, is the body which specifies a series of human ambitions in others are limited by lack of money, power , personality or daring. All like to be something other than what we are: Michael changed his face. All like to transcend our biological conditioning: Michael decided to stop being black. No one would grow old, Michael decided to be a child forever. We all look to be the center of the world: Michael was.
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Somehow, that particular product in an elusive figure that some find it monstrous that no design is personalized, independent of a subject that was forged himself, which owes its be no power relations more or less deliberate in a historical context, but its almost complete control. So Michael does not feel normal, because it is not normalized, because he always answered his own rules, because the assembly of its parts was conducted from self to others and not from others to himself.
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is the man who could, overcoming the limitations of fact, skipping past his own shadow. Michael is not, then a man. So his death is unlikely.
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And its source - it seems - has more water than could be imaginable. Nobody would want to die: Michael also has conquered death.
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Beat it!
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