Once upon long ago, I saw a weird boy staring insistently at me from the cover of a LP album. "Ehi, he looks really great!" I thought, adding "just a little too much make up on that face!", but those eyes ... those eyes ... they impressed me.
Who's that boy?.. Mhmm... let me see... Michael Jackson... I must have already heard about him... and the name of the album .. oh, it's easy to remember...BAD.. well, he doesn't look so BAD at all!
Three years later, I was standing in front of a stage within a stadium, crying at that same boy dancing over me: "Michael... here I am... please, marry me!!!"
He heard my request, stopped moonwalking and told me:
"Alterago, oh, darling, you're the girl of my life, baby, think I've been living my life just to be here tonight in this fabulous city with you. But, understand me, if I marry you now, I would lose 90% of my fans and my agent doesn't like this. I know that I'm BAD BAD, REALLY REALLLY BAD. Can you be waiting for me for the next 15 years, when I am 47 years old, whiter, poorer, noseless, with two or three children from different unknown mothers and you are a beautiful 31 years old woman????".
What else could I say???
"Ok, Michael. I'll wait for you until that moment."
Now, the time is quite over and Michael is coming back to marry me. He told me last night, by phone.
"I know, baby, I miss you too. But I'm coming back to you and we'll be together forever, you and me (and my babies, my debts, my surgeons, my pets, my hyperbaric chamber..). It'll take just two weeks, darling, just two weeks. I promise you."
I trust him.
Scritto il 01/06/06 alle 18:30 | Permalink | Commenti (8)
Cosa ne pensate???Io sono rimasta così appena la ho letta
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