One of a Millions tributes to Michael. This is just one more, from me. I chose a song by Queen dedicated to another great artist and love of mine, Freddie Mercury, who i think would have approved for sure.
Only the good die young.
I've seen many, many goods die young. Along with my father's premature passing, Michael's has put my future in stand by, changed my cells, bruised my skin, emptied out my hands, my eyes, my dreams. I can't blame our time referee, but i don't know whose to blame for such an immense treasure lost.
Those Icarus who are bound to fly so splendidly and rapturously and venturously close to the sun, that wings' extreme push of their genius.
They just can stay longer.
In this video you'll see many photos of him smiling.
One of my greatest dreams was to make him laugh.
How could i feel now? Like a puzzle whose main piece has been lost from an inattentive destiny?
No, Annie is not OK and nobody is asking her anymore.
But still can hear the echo of that question, of that refrain, of that note.
Irene Sparacello (© All right Reserved)