Leaving Neverland... Goodbye my king 👑 (ENG)

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".

Looking at Leaving Neverland, this magical prince of Nedodjija was just the way I imagined him and almost as much as I liked him, and that I would defend him to the end of the world, but, but, but ...

Every love has its boundaries, and Michael apparently needed serious psychic help since his early teens. Instead, he received his father's belt over his back.

When he finally managed to take away his father's physical control, it was already late, the children became his obsession. Unfortunately, even sexual ... It's really hard for me to accept this as a fact because for me, and I believe and for many around the world Michael Jackson was one of the rare bright spots from childhood. Like a wizard whose music in the body sounds like a vibration that causes the movement to move, the lips grow in a smile.

His music marked my life, but I'm not sure that his songs will ever sound the same to me.

Maybe I was lucky, I was not lucky to be that boy in a white suit with a tape on my sleeve and a white hat. Or maybe I did not ...

Goodbye Michael! We are really forgiving here. I can not love you anymore, and I will have to learn your songs now that I love you again.