Goodbye to my magical prince from Neverland. Goodbye my childhood dreams of magical king. Goodbye my first love. It sounds pathetic, but is sadness itself not pathetic? You were magical and from Peter Pan, Hymen, Bethmena, Superman, Cat Woman, Power Rangers, Ninja Turtle ... Dylan from Beverly Hills ... inexhaustible, king of spells, boy dreams of Neverland that really exists and in which Michael hosts each day children from all over the world. Yes, Michael, Jackson, incongruous, impersonal, one that everyone does not like but already adore as a planetary divinity. And I imagined myself to be that boy in a white suit with a ribbon on his right sleeve and a MICHAELS WHITE HEAT FROM SMOOTH CRIMINAL !!! I seduced him indescribably, practiced tireless moonwalking ... I did not know the English word... Later, when Michael was in court again for abuse of children, I understood what he says without translation. Of course I believed him. I did not doubt "our unreal love...
Sve je ovo zaista bilo jednom (mada su i reinkarnacije postale popularne) u zemlji čuda, bašti Evrope, na brdovitom Balkanu... u pripremi *My Short Little Life in Belgrade - by Dado Popović*