(1958-2009 MJ: God once was black)
for days not writing anything new here. Today again, but should. Then look at Jan. 27, 2007 and then coat this short short story I did on that date. Yesterday, today, it makes .... because there are men who are much more than that: they are a time.
WHEN MICHAEL JACKSON WAS BLACK
I wanted to score. It was Sunday and wanted to go home with a story to tell. A story where I would be the hero who had just saved the world with the power of an unstoppable left foot, the platform would sing to me like angels in chorus repeating the true name of God. But whenever we entered the court with the score against, it were just the first minute. I should wish to be a boxer: I do better hitting my shadow but that, at that time there was an option. Sundays have the air of the day should not end. Although I'd rather have spent years on Sunday morning to Friday night but not easily bring the kisses that you give. Leaving the field with every intention of being Kempes or Tarantini, that my moves were the pride that makes your parents forget that the beginning of the story did not know what to do with the news of being pregnant with you. I needed a goal, then I looked around the arch and there it was: she was so beautiful it hurt look as they say, and before Fito Paez suspected I wrote the phrase in my head: I was not looking anyone and I saw .
Something was definitely changing and it was a point of no return, never be the same as before. Now the world that was previously divided between children and adults began to have variations in my mind ... now there were girls and women. And of course I'm not talking about my mother and my sister. This was a revelation and I can swear that the earth began to spin more slowly this Sunday, at least for me.
Michael Jackson was black. I do not know if some of you born-after-some-time know, I do not know if some of you born-after-some-date know who is Michael Jackson. I'm not talking of a pedophile who dresses in E! Desnarigado Entertainment Television. He was a key artist who influenced all the others and also, the legitimate son of James Brown and Stevie Wonder ... also gave us We Are The World and many believed him even if governments genuinely laugh at our naivete.
The fact is that while Michael Jackson was black, shining in the sky as the biggest pop star on earth I was noticing that some women are fleeting and eternal as comets go through your life with this unforgettable light not stop to let you look in the sky after dark waiting to return. I played soccer was a men's business, I needed a goal to tell a nice story and near the goal, and what I said was She as free kick into the heart and I can not remember the score.
Since that day I asked to be goalkeeper but would have been necessary even been official. Michael Jackson asked to be white and I think there all fucked up. The following Sunday my hands were sweating so much every ball I slipped and I heard my name ... only the cry of another I'll never be the echo of the goal. And she, like the comet that never saw her twice, she of course did not return.
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