Good Mourning :S
Hey all. I spend most of my night watching CNN, and SkyNews, and some french ones.
I’m depressed, now…This was awful… At first he just “was hospitalized”, i saw it on Twitter, s oi put TV on…Then no breath…Then CPR..and then, one, then two, then a lot of medias say he’s dead, and i still have hope, and i wait for the confirmation from doctors and then his brother says “they tried to reanimate him over an hour… unsuccessfully…” it was so painfull to see him suffering while speak about his brother…That was a bad day , and I still don’t know…it’s weird, now, it’s kinda unreal…
I grew up with this…
And when i hear this … I cann’t prevent me crying…
I dunno, this guy isn’t anymore. We’ll never heard him singing for real, and in a few years, maybe 200 wich is nothing compared as time that goes, no one will remember him, and us either… What a freaky, scary thought.
This is just enough to get you dead of fear about death…
What the hell happend… I cann’t believe it …He was so beautiful, so cute before … It’s so …sad
Look how cute he was, when he is on the Statue of Liberty, at 5:01, on this video
But watch the entire video, please, because the music is, as the clip : perfect.
I just can believe he’s not here anymore. and when i see him, on TV, when he was a child, i cann’t stop crying, because it’s this boy who is dead, it’s not the man he became.
This boy, his child voice, his cute face, and his amazing voice, is not anymore, and it makes me so sad…
And i feel, so close to him, i don’t wanna grow up, whatever it cost, and it just reminds me how cruel is life. I’ll miss him as if a friend died that night, as if a part of myself died last night, as if the world, loosed a piece of beautify, of humanity, of art, of piece, of whatever it needs for us to live… I write this, listening this version of we are the world, and it makes me wanna cry so much, so deeply, this awfully beautiful sensation, this glooming peace…
So much woe…
He was so cute then …
I wanna be where you are… It’s more i want you to be where i am , now…-_-’
So may you rest in peace, if peace exist when we’re not, wich i doubt. You didn’t desevered death, you didn’t deserved it that early either, and for this, may you never be forget, listen all over the world, all over the time…
One last thing. Do you wanna cry ?? I mean, really, really cry ?? Because i cann’t see it complitely. It’s Ben, wonderful, Ben.
Tu nous manque, et tu nous manqueras, ta pensée et ta musique, nous accompagnant pendant le reste de nos fragiles vies.
Salut, l’artiste !!!!!
A disease ruined his beauty.
It’s scientifically impossible to turn your skin from black to white using whatever solvent, cream, lotion or surgical operation. This is something every dermatologist agree about. On the other hand, there are other white people who used to be black in the world. Michael Jackson never did anything to his skin or thought of doing anything to his skin. It’s a myth that he wanted to be white, he was a proud afro american who had his success as an afro american singer. He surrounded himself with black artists in his videos and concerts. His condition was so severe that he couldn’t allow his skin to ever be exposed to sun or hot weather. That’s why he weared masks, sunglasses and headscarfs and why his doctors advised him strongly against travelling and staying out in the morning. Nevertheless he went against the medical instructions to partecipate personally every opening of the many hospitals he funded.
I think you should think more about what it means to grow up, because in my opinion it is based on ridicolous stereotypes about children and adults.
Growth has nothing to do with the kind of people one is.
Many children are bossy, bullying, uncreative, closed minded, unplayful, unfunny.
So if you are the opposite, there’s no reason for growth to change you.
Who ever said that a person of whatever age can’t strive to cultivating creativity, playfulness, fluidity, sensitivity, immagination? Who ever said that striving to maintain those characteristics is about “never growing” when most children themselves don’t possess those characteristics? Who ever said that being overly serious, closed minded and stern has anything to do with growing?
There’s no physiological or biochemical mechanism by which age should change someone personality. In fact it doesn’t. Children don’t share a common personality due to their physiology, it’s an unscientific myth. That’s why children are all different and why two children, age aside, might have nothing in common with each other.
People like us who wants to remain the way THEY were as children (want to be true to their original and unique personality), should destroy the age dichotomy and stereotypes instead of reinforcing them. We should promote age bending, showing the truth of how no personality can be linked to whatever age. Showing that personality traits stereotypically associated to adults are easily seen in children and personality traits stereotipically associated with children are easily seen in adults. Personality are individual things and a number on your birth certificate can do nothing about it. Age is irrelevant. Growing up is a myth.
- What does adulthood mean?
It means that a social group,
well organized and also possessing a number
of usually solid structures, takes control of the
life of the person who has reached “adulthood”
and subordinates and integrates him firmly into itself.
From that moment adults are firmly integrated into
these groups and we see them turn into very important
people, decorated, beribboned and frequently childish.
So adulthoos id a myth, because it infantilizes people
in the very process of integrating them with terrible
force into a social structure.
This is one of the great myths of our everyday life
and adults and childre are both victims.
I believe it is one of society’s most opressive myth,
and that’s why I’m on the side of everyone, young or
not-so-young, who does not believe in adulthood -
(Henri Lefebvre – sociologist)
What you didn´t understand of my funnies?
From Bach to John Lennon, and now Michael Jackson. These great artists and their work are timeless. If we also strive to be kind and good maybe our lives will also be remembered as well as theirs in the years to come.