Sic Transit Gloria Mundi *

I wrote a long article about how, 12 years ago, I fell in love with Michael Jackson in that hotel room in Casablanca (Morocco) when I saw the video of "They don't really care about us".That's actually one of the only memories I have of that trip.
I wrote a long article about how excited I was the day Michael announced he would return to the stage for a 10-show run of concerts in London starting on July 8th, 2009. I cried tears of joy for my secret dream was coming true ! It was all decided: Regardless of the ticket price, maaann i was so going to that concert !
I wrote a long article about how my heart missed a beat and how my spirit broke and how tears abundantly ran down my face when I heard the news.
"According to CCN, He is not dead, he is just in a coma; he had a cardiac arrest" my sister, who is still living in the US, told me.
I wrote a long article about how I could not decide whether to go to bed or not, as if his survival was dependent on that decision.
I wrote a long article about how gray the sky was this morning
I wrote a long article about how empty I felt when I saw His body wrapped up in a white cloth.
I wrote a long article about
How I cried.
How I cried over the death of that man whose soul had already died a long time ago.
How I cried for that destiny left undone and the sacrifices of a lifetime.
How I cried because my dream was gone, unfulfilled.
How I cried because outside, the sky was crying too.
I wrote a long article about how I wiped the tears off my face and played his songs on my computer.
"You are not alone" ," Billie Jean", "Another part of me", " The man in the mirror","Dirty Diana" ( My favorite) and "I'll be there" by the Jackson 5

"Just call my name and I'll be there"

I wrote a long article, but then erased it; for words sometimes are so hollow.
I wrote a long article , but then erased it for The King is dead. Long live the King!

*Thus passes the glory of the world