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Había buscado mucho en varios foros, la experiencia de esta chica, hasta que por fin!! dí con ella.
Mi inglés es muy básico, por eso no lo traduje al español, pero aquí esta mi pequeña aportación, si alguién se anima a ponerlo en español...
Espero les guste.
http://www.michaeljackson.com/us/node/353746
Forums » We Are The World » Europe » Where are the girls who went to the stage in Michael´s concerts????
Where are the girls who went to the stage in Michael´s concerts????
Monday, October 26, 2009 - 02:50
aras:
Re: Where are the girls who went to the stage in Michael´s concerts????
"I am from Argentina girls, is the Buenos Aires concert. And i think you can see the footage on youtube or other sites i saw it. Unfortunatelly, this concert wasnt taped like the Bucharest concert. I have a tape that my friends recorded that night but is that old fashion kind of tape and i was affraid to make it a DVD altough it is possible nowadays, but im affraid not to ruin it.
Here is one link... ...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcKgnksz3RM
(is the one with the best quality)
And, yeah, of course u can save my story Tabea, if u want to....i dont mind. From the moment i posted here i knew its public and that everyone may use it.
Kisses!"
aras:
Re: Where are the girls who went to the stage in Michael´s concerts????
Mi inglés es muy básico, por eso no lo traduje al español, pero aquí esta mi pequeña aportación, si alguién se anima a ponerlo en español...
Espero les guste.
http://www.michaeljackson.com/us/node/353746
Forums » We Are The World » Europe » Where are the girls who went to the stage in Michael´s concerts????
Where are the girls who went to the stage in Michael´s concerts????
Monday, October 26, 2009 - 02:50
aras:
Re: Where are the girls who went to the stage in Michael´s concerts????
"I am from Argentina girls, is the Buenos Aires concert. And i think you can see the footage on youtube or other sites i saw it. Unfortunatelly, this concert wasnt taped like the Bucharest concert. I have a tape that my friends recorded that night but is that old fashion kind of tape and i was affraid to make it a DVD altough it is possible nowadays, but im affraid not to ruin it.
Here is one link... ...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcKgnksz3RM
(is the one with the best quality)
And, yeah, of course u can save my story Tabea, if u want to....i dont mind. From the moment i posted here i knew its public and that everyone may use it.
Kisses!"
aras:
Re: Where are the girls who went to the stage in Michael´s concerts????
"Hello!
I want to tell you that i am one of the girls that went on stage with Michael Jackson back in 1993. I will skip details like how I bought the tickets, how I went to the stadium, how the atmosphere was…that’s not interesting and fades away when the real important moment comes. The moment that he reached his hand for me and I went on stage. I felt like everybody else disappeared, that me and Michael were the only persons alive, not only in that place, but on the entire Globe. I was 21 years old back then so I was no teenager with a random crush. I was a young woman that knew exactly what she feels. And I can say that I was deeply in love with him. I loved him with such awareness and passion, I loved him so tender and pure. He was and still is in my opinion the most beautiful human being possible, on the inside and outside too. I was so deeply in love with him that I was missing him sometimes without ever meeting him in person, I was dreaming at his kiss and his touch like I have experienced them before. But, oh…I did …I did kissed him and caressed him and hugged him so many times in my mind. I guess that’s why, when I finally got to do it for real it felt so familiar. When he took my hand in his that evening on stage, all my emotions, all my trembling and my fears disappeared and all I felt was warmth and peace and calm. I felt like I finally found my place on this earth, I felt like coming home after a long long travel. I felt I belonged there, by his side, holding his hand. I never forgot not even one detail about that few minutes with him. I still feel how soft his skin was. The moment from when he took my hand until I reached his arms, embracing what I feel it was the warmest hug in the world , seemed to me like the longest second in my life. It was like slow motion, I had time to see all his features, in the smallest details, I saw my image in the crystal clear of his eyes, I saw how he inspired and exhaled air, I saw the little drops of sweat on his forehead. My God, he was just perfect. That moment was perfect. I felt like being part of a picture, I felt I had all the time in the world to look in his eyes and discover all that’s hidden there. But no, the power of his embrace kind of awaken me, I started hearing his voice as he was hugging me. He was singing in my ear but I couldn’t really hear the words, I just heard his angelic voice and I remember I was very concentrated on the warmth of his breath pounding my ear and cheek. Then I pressed my cheek on his in the need of feeling his skin…and oh, it was soft and warm and his hair was caressing my face and I put my nose on his neck and I will remember all my life the way his skin smelled. It was like no other perfume or skin I ever scented after. I spent many hours in perfume shops over the years trying to find that one fragrance but I couldn’t. I guess its because its said that perfumes smell different on every man depending on his skin and body temperature. Anyway, for me, that is the smell of Heaven. After, you can imagine I watched the video tape with me on stage a thousand times and I can see that I was kinda dancing, my feet were moving and I smiled while tears were coming out from my eyes but I have to tell u honestly, that I don’t recall myself moving at all. For me that moment was still and quiet and romantic and very, very tender. I felt like we were two lovers after making love, just laying there in bed caressing each other and staring in each others eyes. I kissed Michael on the cheek and on his hand while he was caressing my face , and I kissed his neck. I totally believe that kissing a mans neck is so intimate and sexy and I was trembling and I can swear on God that he was too. And then is when I went crazy and tried to kiss him on his lips and no matter what everybody believes or not, we really kissed. I took him by surprise kissing his lips and he gentle tried to push me away at first but I caressed him and looked into his eyes between tears and he stared at me and that’s when he kissed me back with so much love. Ill remember all my life that his lips were very soft but kind of cold, or maybe it seemed to me being cold in comparing with his very hot breath. He took my lower lip in his mouth and grabbed it a little with his teeth, after he released it we stood a few seconds like that mouth to mouth and I whispered “I love you Michael” and then he put his mouth near my ear and he said: “I love you more” but he put an accent on the word YOU, like he was letting me know that he really means what he says , he really has this feeling for me, hes not just saying this like a cliché. Then he hold me very tight in his arms a few moments and I did the same, I felt like neither one of us wanted to let go. But while we were holding each other the bodyguard came and took me away. And i swear he didn’t want to, he didn’t called for them, he hadn’t how to sign them cause his hands were busy holding me and he was looking straight into my eyes, so he couldn’t wink or anything else. I guess someone backstage saw that Michael forgot about time and this moment is taking too long and so sent the bodyguard in. I remember when the bodyguard grabbed me I tightened my arms around Michaels neck and he did the same, instead of trying to get away, he grabbed me stronger. I knew in that instant that whatever will happen from now on and whatever will people think, me and Michael had a really intimate moment there on stage, infront of thousands of people we were in love.
After I went back at my place it was crazy, everybody wanted to touch me, they were pulling me back and forth, asking me all kind of questions, almost reaping my clothes off of me, it was insane but I didn’t care, I didn’t pay any attention, not even to my friends. I was just looking at Michael, searching for his look and trust me, I found it. He was looking after me in the crowd while he was finishing the song and when our eyes found each other it was magic. Tears were rushing out of my eyes and his eyes were on tears too. I felt such a pain in that moment, I felt my heart was torn into little pieces like I have broken with a lover after 7 years of relationship. In fact, there were like 3 minutes in the arms of my lover. And it was painful cause I realized it was an impossible love, those 3 minutes were more intense that anything else I lived by then and after but that was all there was to this story. I know he felt it too but we were a God and a mortal human being that could never have a life together. He finished the song called by faith “She’s out of my life” in tears, he stood for a few moments on stage, with his wet eyes staring at me and then he disappeared. He came back after a few minutes and went on with the show. I stayed till the end, of course, but I couldn’t enjoy the songs and the entertainment anymore. I was in pain.
In the days that followed the concert, I confided in a few friends and told them all I wrote here but nobody believed me or understood me. They thought I was making up that kiss we had, they said I was covering our faces with my hand just to create the illusion that we were kissing and that he let me only for publicity and that he probably had a signal with the bodyguards when they came to take me and that his tears at the end of the song were routine for him, he was just acting cause he is also a good actor not only a singer. They told me im imagining him looking at me from the stage back in the crowd and so on.
Well, I didn’t blame them for not believing me but I stopped saying this story to anyone. When I was asked about that moments I just said it was great, I feel very lucky, he was very nice and good to me and that’s all. I kept that moment for myself cause I believe that’s how was meant to be, a private moment between me and him.
I loved him dearly all my life and I will love him till I will close my eyes forever. And again, let me remind you, im not telling that I love him like a memory, like an idol, like the king of pop…I love him deeply like my lover, I missed him every second of my life, I was worried for him when he was sick, I suffered for him when he was in trouble, I was jealous when he got married, I was happy when he had his kids, I smiled and I cried with him and now….now when he is gone im devastated. I cant sleep and I cant eat, I cant stop crying, I cant stop blaming myself and everyone else for not doing something to help him. I took him for granted, I got myself to believe from that moment when we looked at each other on that stadium that he was a God and so I never got myself to write a letter or to try to get in contact with him again. And now im so sorry for that, maybe I could’ve done something to help him, maybe he needed to know that he is loved and not alone.
I am now 38 years old and I am married, although I never told my husband he knows I never loved him like I love Michael and I never will. He witnessed me a lot of times looking at the tape from that concert and crying. But he knows I love him too and I value our marriage and our family and he didn’t even get upset when I called our son Michael. Little Michael is now 10 years old and of course he knows he was named after the great Michael Jackson and I took care to introduce him to his work and now he loves him too. He listens to his music and he watches his videos and he always talks with a great admiration about him. I told him all about Michaels life, about what great soul he had, about his charity work, about him loving all human beings and nature and animals, about how he turned the other cheek to the people that harmed him and he never wanted revenge.I taught my son to be good and caring and loving and giving person. And I believe that would do Michael smile from up there in Heaven where he is right now.
It was not easy for me to tell you this story but there have been 16 years since I last told it and now that he is gone I felt like I needed to let it out once again.
It comforts me knowing that we had a precious moment that I cherished all my life and I know he felt the same and he kept that moment in his memory too. I loved him all my life and I always will and I believe that even for a few minutes he was in love with me too.
Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity and may God bless his gentle soul!
I love you Michael, forever! "
I want to tell you that i am one of the girls that went on stage with Michael Jackson back in 1993. I will skip details like how I bought the tickets, how I went to the stadium, how the atmosphere was…that’s not interesting and fades away when the real important moment comes. The moment that he reached his hand for me and I went on stage. I felt like everybody else disappeared, that me and Michael were the only persons alive, not only in that place, but on the entire Globe. I was 21 years old back then so I was no teenager with a random crush. I was a young woman that knew exactly what she feels. And I can say that I was deeply in love with him. I loved him with such awareness and passion, I loved him so tender and pure. He was and still is in my opinion the most beautiful human being possible, on the inside and outside too. I was so deeply in love with him that I was missing him sometimes without ever meeting him in person, I was dreaming at his kiss and his touch like I have experienced them before. But, oh…I did …I did kissed him and caressed him and hugged him so many times in my mind. I guess that’s why, when I finally got to do it for real it felt so familiar. When he took my hand in his that evening on stage, all my emotions, all my trembling and my fears disappeared and all I felt was warmth and peace and calm. I felt like I finally found my place on this earth, I felt like coming home after a long long travel. I felt I belonged there, by his side, holding his hand. I never forgot not even one detail about that few minutes with him. I still feel how soft his skin was. The moment from when he took my hand until I reached his arms, embracing what I feel it was the warmest hug in the world , seemed to me like the longest second in my life. It was like slow motion, I had time to see all his features, in the smallest details, I saw my image in the crystal clear of his eyes, I saw how he inspired and exhaled air, I saw the little drops of sweat on his forehead. My God, he was just perfect. That moment was perfect. I felt like being part of a picture, I felt I had all the time in the world to look in his eyes and discover all that’s hidden there. But no, the power of his embrace kind of awaken me, I started hearing his voice as he was hugging me. He was singing in my ear but I couldn’t really hear the words, I just heard his angelic voice and I remember I was very concentrated on the warmth of his breath pounding my ear and cheek. Then I pressed my cheek on his in the need of feeling his skin…and oh, it was soft and warm and his hair was caressing my face and I put my nose on his neck and I will remember all my life the way his skin smelled. It was like no other perfume or skin I ever scented after. I spent many hours in perfume shops over the years trying to find that one fragrance but I couldn’t. I guess its because its said that perfumes smell different on every man depending on his skin and body temperature. Anyway, for me, that is the smell of Heaven. After, you can imagine I watched the video tape with me on stage a thousand times and I can see that I was kinda dancing, my feet were moving and I smiled while tears were coming out from my eyes but I have to tell u honestly, that I don’t recall myself moving at all. For me that moment was still and quiet and romantic and very, very tender. I felt like we were two lovers after making love, just laying there in bed caressing each other and staring in each others eyes. I kissed Michael on the cheek and on his hand while he was caressing my face , and I kissed his neck. I totally believe that kissing a mans neck is so intimate and sexy and I was trembling and I can swear on God that he was too. And then is when I went crazy and tried to kiss him on his lips and no matter what everybody believes or not, we really kissed. I took him by surprise kissing his lips and he gentle tried to push me away at first but I caressed him and looked into his eyes between tears and he stared at me and that’s when he kissed me back with so much love. Ill remember all my life that his lips were very soft but kind of cold, or maybe it seemed to me being cold in comparing with his very hot breath. He took my lower lip in his mouth and grabbed it a little with his teeth, after he released it we stood a few seconds like that mouth to mouth and I whispered “I love you Michael” and then he put his mouth near my ear and he said: “I love you more” but he put an accent on the word YOU, like he was letting me know that he really means what he says , he really has this feeling for me, hes not just saying this like a cliché. Then he hold me very tight in his arms a few moments and I did the same, I felt like neither one of us wanted to let go. But while we were holding each other the bodyguard came and took me away. And i swear he didn’t want to, he didn’t called for them, he hadn’t how to sign them cause his hands were busy holding me and he was looking straight into my eyes, so he couldn’t wink or anything else. I guess someone backstage saw that Michael forgot about time and this moment is taking too long and so sent the bodyguard in. I remember when the bodyguard grabbed me I tightened my arms around Michaels neck and he did the same, instead of trying to get away, he grabbed me stronger. I knew in that instant that whatever will happen from now on and whatever will people think, me and Michael had a really intimate moment there on stage, infront of thousands of people we were in love.
After I went back at my place it was crazy, everybody wanted to touch me, they were pulling me back and forth, asking me all kind of questions, almost reaping my clothes off of me, it was insane but I didn’t care, I didn’t pay any attention, not even to my friends. I was just looking at Michael, searching for his look and trust me, I found it. He was looking after me in the crowd while he was finishing the song and when our eyes found each other it was magic. Tears were rushing out of my eyes and his eyes were on tears too. I felt such a pain in that moment, I felt my heart was torn into little pieces like I have broken with a lover after 7 years of relationship. In fact, there were like 3 minutes in the arms of my lover. And it was painful cause I realized it was an impossible love, those 3 minutes were more intense that anything else I lived by then and after but that was all there was to this story. I know he felt it too but we were a God and a mortal human being that could never have a life together. He finished the song called by faith “She’s out of my life” in tears, he stood for a few moments on stage, with his wet eyes staring at me and then he disappeared. He came back after a few minutes and went on with the show. I stayed till the end, of course, but I couldn’t enjoy the songs and the entertainment anymore. I was in pain.
In the days that followed the concert, I confided in a few friends and told them all I wrote here but nobody believed me or understood me. They thought I was making up that kiss we had, they said I was covering our faces with my hand just to create the illusion that we were kissing and that he let me only for publicity and that he probably had a signal with the bodyguards when they came to take me and that his tears at the end of the song were routine for him, he was just acting cause he is also a good actor not only a singer. They told me im imagining him looking at me from the stage back in the crowd and so on.
Well, I didn’t blame them for not believing me but I stopped saying this story to anyone. When I was asked about that moments I just said it was great, I feel very lucky, he was very nice and good to me and that’s all. I kept that moment for myself cause I believe that’s how was meant to be, a private moment between me and him.
I loved him dearly all my life and I will love him till I will close my eyes forever. And again, let me remind you, im not telling that I love him like a memory, like an idol, like the king of pop…I love him deeply like my lover, I missed him every second of my life, I was worried for him when he was sick, I suffered for him when he was in trouble, I was jealous when he got married, I was happy when he had his kids, I smiled and I cried with him and now….now when he is gone im devastated. I cant sleep and I cant eat, I cant stop crying, I cant stop blaming myself and everyone else for not doing something to help him. I took him for granted, I got myself to believe from that moment when we looked at each other on that stadium that he was a God and so I never got myself to write a letter or to try to get in contact with him again. And now im so sorry for that, maybe I could’ve done something to help him, maybe he needed to know that he is loved and not alone.
I am now 38 years old and I am married, although I never told my husband he knows I never loved him like I love Michael and I never will. He witnessed me a lot of times looking at the tape from that concert and crying. But he knows I love him too and I value our marriage and our family and he didn’t even get upset when I called our son Michael. Little Michael is now 10 years old and of course he knows he was named after the great Michael Jackson and I took care to introduce him to his work and now he loves him too. He listens to his music and he watches his videos and he always talks with a great admiration about him. I told him all about Michaels life, about what great soul he had, about his charity work, about him loving all human beings and nature and animals, about how he turned the other cheek to the people that harmed him and he never wanted revenge.I taught my son to be good and caring and loving and giving person. And I believe that would do Michael smile from up there in Heaven where he is right now.
It was not easy for me to tell you this story but there have been 16 years since I last told it and now that he is gone I felt like I needed to let it out once again.
It comforts me knowing that we had a precious moment that I cherished all my life and I know he felt the same and he kept that moment in his memory too. I loved him all my life and I always will and I believe that even for a few minutes he was in love with me too.
Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity and may God bless his gentle soul!
I love you Michael, forever! "
TRADUCCIÓN.
¿¿¿¿Dónde están las chicas que subieron al escenario en los conciertos de Michael?????
aras:
Soy de Argentina chicas, es el concierto de Buenos Aires. Y creo que pueden ver el video en Youtube o otros sitios, yo ahí lo ví. Desafortunadamente, este concierto no fue videograbado como el de Bucharest. Tengo una cinta que mis amigos grabaron esa noche pero es de ese tipo de cintas de antaño y me daba temor pasarla a DVD aunque ahora es posible, pero no quiero arruinarla. Aquí hay un enlace...
(es el que tiene mejor calidad)
Y sí, por supuesto puedes guardar mi historia Tabea, si así lo deseas... no es problema. Desde el momento en que lo coloqué aquí supe que se haría público y que cualquiera puede usarlo. ¡Besos!
aras:
Re: Where are the girls who went to the stage in Michael´s concerts????
"¡Hola!
Quiero decirles que yo soy una de las chicas que subió al escenario con Michael Jackson allá en 1993. Me saltaré los detalles de cómo compré los boletos, cómo llegué al estadio, cómo era la atmósfera... no es lo interesante y se borra cuando llega el momento realmente importante. El momento en que él levanta su mano hacia mí y yo subo al escenario. Sentí como si todo el mundo desapareciera, que yo y Michael éramos las únicas personas con vida, no sólo en aquél lugar, sino en el globo entero. Yo ya tenía 21 años en ese entonces así que no era una adolescente con un enamoramiento platónico cualquiera. Era una chica joven que sabía exactamente lo que sentía. Y puedo decir que estaba profundamente enamorada de él. Lo amaba con tal intensidad y pasión, lo amaba tierna y puramente. Él era y aún es, en mi opinión, posiblemente el ser humano más hermoso, desde dentro y por fuera. Yo estaba tan profundamente enamorada de él que a veces lo extrañaba sin haberlo conocido jamás en persona, estuve soñando con su beso y su contacto físico como si ya lo hubiera experimentado antes. Pero oh sí... sí lo besé y lo acaricié y lo abracé tantas veces en mi mente. Ahora creo que es por ello que, cuando finalmente lo hice en realidad se sintió tan familiar. Cuando tomó mi mano con la suya aquella tarde en el escenario, todas mis emociones, todos mis temblores y mis miedos desaparecieron y todo lo que sentí fue calidez, paz y calma. Me sentí como si finalmente hubiera hallado mi lugar en esta tierra, sentí como si hubiera llegado a casa después de un largo viaje. Sentí que pertenecía ahí, a su lado, sujetando su mano. Nunca olvidaré ni siquiera un detalle de aquellos minutos con él. Aún siento cómo era su piel de suave. El momento desde que tocó mi mano, hasta que me encontré en sus brazos, en un abrazo que sentí como el más cálido abrazo del mundo, me pareció el segundo más largo de mi vida. Fue como cámara lenta, tuve tiempo para mirar todos sus gestos, sus pequeños detalles, ví mi propia imagen en la claridad cristalina de sus ojos, ví cómo inspiraba y exhalaba el aire, ví las pequeñas gotas de sudor en su frente. Mi Dios, simplemente era perfecto. Ese momento fue perfecto. Me sentí como formar parte de una pintura, como si tuviera todo el tiempo del mundo para mirar en sus ojos y descubrir todo lo que estaba oculto ahí. Pero no, el poder de su abrazo como que me despertó, comencé a escuchar su voz mientras me abrazaba. Estaba cantando en mis oídos pero realmente no podía oír las palabras, sólo su voz angelical y recuerdo haber estado muy concentrada en la calidez de su aliento rozando mi oído y mejilla. Entonces presioné mi mejilla sobre la suya, necesitada de sentir el tacto de su piel... y oh, era suave y cálida y su cabello acariciaba mi rostro y puse mi nariz en su cuello y recordaré toda mi vida el modo en que su piel olía. Era como ningún otro perfume o aroma de ninguna piel que haya olido antes. Pasé muchas horas en tiendas de perfumes tratando de encontrar dicha fragancia pero no lo logré. Supongo que es porque se dice que que los perfumes huelen distinto en cada hombre dependiendo de su piel y temperatura corporal. De cualquier forma, para mí, ese es el aroma del Cielo. Después, pueden imaginar cómo miré la cinta conmigo en escena cientos de veces y puedo ver que yo estaba como bailando, mis pies se movían y yo sonreía mientras salían lágrimas de mis ojos pero tengo que decirles, honestamente, que de verdad no me recuerdo moviéndome en absoluto. Para mí ese momento fue estático y callado y romántico y muy, muy tierno. Sentí como si fuéramos dos amantes después de hacer el amor, acostados en la cama acariciándose y mirándose a los ojos. Besé a Michael en la mejilla y en su mano mientras él acariciaba mi cara, y besé su cuello. Creo totalmente que besar el cuello de un hombre es tan íntimo y tan sexy, y yo estaba temblando y puedo jurar por Dios que él también. Y entonces es cuando me volví loca y traté de besarlo en los labios y no importa lo que cualquiera crea o no, realmente nos besamos. Lo tomé por sorpresa besándole los labios y él gentilmente trató primero de alejarme pero lo acaricié y miré a los ojos entre lágrimas y él me miró fijamente y fue cuando respondió a mi beso con mucho amor. Recordaré toda mi vida cómo sus labios eran muy suaves pero algo fríos, o tal vez me pareció a mí que estaban fríos a comparación de su aliento tan cálido. Tomó mi labio inferior con su boca y lo sujetó un poco con sus dientes, después de soltarlo permanecimos algunos segundos así, boca a boca y yo susurré "Te amo Michael" y entonces él puso su boca en mi oído y me dijo "Te amo más" pero acentuó la palabra TE, como si me estuviera dejando saber que realmente quería decírmelo personalmente, (N. de la T.: en inglés el pronombre YOU significa LOS o TE, dependiendo de a quién se haga referencia, en singular o en plural) realmente tenía ese sentimiento hacia mí, no solamente estaba diciéndolo cmoo un cliché. Entonces me sujetó fuertemente entre sus brazos por algunos momentos y yo hice lo mismo, sentí como si ninguno de los dos quisiéramos soltarnos. Pero mientras nos abrazábamos el guardaespaldas llegó y me sacó. Y juro que él no quería, él no los llamó, no tenía cómo haberles hecho una señal porque ambas manos suyas estaban ocupadas abrazándome y me miraba directamente a los ojos, así que no pudo siquiera parpadear o algo así. Supongo que alguien tras bambalinas vio que Michael olvidó que el tiempo pasaba y este momento estaba ya tomando demasiado tiempo asì que mandó al guardaespaldas entrar. Recuerdo cuando el guardaespaldas me sujetó, yo apreté mis brazos contra el cuello de Michael y él hizo lo mismo, en lugar de tratar de separarse, me sujetó más fuerte. Supe en ese instante que a pesar de cualquier cosa que sucediera desde entonces y cualquier cosa que la gente piense, Michael y yo tuvimos un momento realmente íntimo ahí en el escenario, en frente de cientos de personas ambos estábamos enamorados.
Después de que regresé a mi sitio fue una locura, todo mundo quería tocarme, me jalaban hacia atrás y hacia adelante pregntándome todo tipo de preguntas, casi sacándome la ropa, fue algo loco pero no me importó, no puse atención, ni siquiera a mis amigos. Sólo veía a Michael, buscando su mirada y créanme, la encontré. Estuvo buscándome en la multitud con la mirada mientras terminaba la canción y cuando finalmente nuestros ojos se encontraron fue mágico. Las lágrimas brotaban de mis ojos y también de los suyos. Sentí tanto dolor en ese momento, sentí que mi corazón se partía en pequeños pedacitos como si hubiera roto con alguien después de 7 años de noviazgo. De hecho, fueron como 3 minutos en los brazos de mi amante. Y fue doloroso porque me di cuenta de que era un amor imposible, esos 3 minutos fueron más intensos que cualquier otra cosa que haya vivido antes o después pero todo eso es lo que sucedió en esta historia. Sé que él también lo sintió pero éramos un Dios y una mortal, que jamás podrían tener una vida juntos. Terminó la canción llamada fatídicamente "Ella está fuera de mi vida" en lágrimas, se quedó algunos momentos en el escenario, con sus ojos húmedos mirando los míos, y luego desapareció. Regresó después de algunos minutos y siguió con el show. Me quedé hasta el final, por supuesto, pero no pude disfrutar las canciones ni el espectáculo más. Estaba sufriendo.
En los días que siguieron al concierto, confié en algunos amigos y les conte todo lo que escribí aquí pero nadie me creyó o entendió. Pensaron que yo inventé ese beso que tuvimos, dijeron que yo cubrí nuestros rostros con mi mano para crear la ilusión de que nos besábamos y que él sólo lo permitió para hacerse publicidad y que probablemente hizo una señal a los guardaespaldas cuando llegaron a sacarme y que sus lágrimas al final de la canción eran parte de su rutina, sólo estaba actuando porque también es un buen actor, no solamente un buen cantante. Me dijeron que imaginé su mirada buscándome desde el escenario cuando regresé a la multitud y así.
Bueno, no los culpé por no creerme pero dejé de contar esta historia a cualquiera. Cuando se me preguntó sobre aquellos momentos solo dije que fue genial, que me sentí muy afortunada y que él había sido muy lindo conmigo y eso era todo. Guardé esos momentos para mí porque creo que así es como debía ser, un momento privado entre él y yo.
Lo amé cariñosamente toda mi vida y lo amaré hasdta que cierre mis ojos para siempre. Y de nuevo, déjenme recordarles, no estoy diciendo que lo amo como a una memoria, como a un ídolo, como al rey del pop... lo amo profundamente como mi amante, lo extrañé cada segundo de mi vida, estuve preocupada por él cuando estuvo enferma, sufrí por él cuando estuvo en problemas, me puse celosa cuando se casó, y contenta cuando tuvo a sus hijos, sonreí y lloré con él y ahora... ahora que se ha ido estoy devastada. No puedo dormir, no puedo comer, no puedo parar de llorar, no puedo parar de culparme a mí y a todos por no haber hecho algo para ayudarlo. Lo dejé pasar, me creí desde ese momento cuando nos miramos en el estadio que él era un Dios y por ello jamás le escribí una carta o traté de contactarlo de nuevo. Y ahora estoy tan apenada por ello, tal vez hubiera podido hacer algo para ayudarlo, necesitaba saber que es amado y nunca estuvo solo.
Ahora tengo 38 años y estoy casada, aunque nunca le dije a mi esposo él sabe que nunca lo amé como amo a Michael y nunca lo lograré. Ha sido testigo muchas veces de cómo miro la cinta del concierto y lloro. Pero él sabe que también y lo amo y valoro nuestro matrimonio y nuestra famillia y ni siquiera se molestó cuando le puse a nuestro hijo Michael. Michael ahora tiene 10 años y por supuesto que sabe que fue llamado así a causa del gran Michael Jackson y me preocupé por mostrarle su trabajo y ahora lo adora también. Escucha su música y mira sus videos y siempre habla con mucha admiración sobre él. Le conté todo sobre la vida de Michael, sobre la grandiosa alma que poseía, sobre su trabajo de caridad, sobre su amor por toda la humanidad y la naturaleza y los animales, sobre cómo dio la otra mejilla a la gente que lo dañó y nunca quiso venganza. Le enseñé a mi hijo a ser bueno y cariñoso y amoroso y una persona generosa. Y creo en que eso hará a Michael sonreír desde el Cielo, donde está ahora. No fue fácil para mí contarles esta historia pero han transcurrido 16 años desde que la conté por última vez y ahora que se ha ido sentí que necesitaba dejarla salir una vez más. Me conforta saber que tuvimos un momento precioso que celebré toda mi vida y sé que él sintió lo mismo y mantuvo ese momento en su memoria también. Lo amé toda mi vida y siempre lo haré y creo que aunque fuera por algunos minutos, él también se enamoró de mí. Muchas gracias por darme la oportunidad y ¡que Dios bendiga su alma noble!
¡Te amo Michael, por siempre!"
Básicamente.
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