Well. Old new is old, and I bet the whole world knows it already... But regardless, I thought I should post my homenages to him anyway.

On June 25st, in this year, Michael Jackson had a cardiac arrest at the place he was living on. They brought him to the hospital and everything. However, attempts to bring the King of Pop back to life were insufficient. Result: his death. Speculations about a possible overdose of medicine being the cause of death begun running around the midia. I was happy and cheerful watching TV, flipping through chanells, when suddenly I stopped in a TV program named TV Fame (brazilian channel). And it said: "Fans mourn the death of Michael Jackson". I was in shock. I was like "...What?"It was sudden, really. I wasn't expecting that. As the days passed, more and more information became more clear to the public. And as everyone knows, he was to make 50 shows in July to lock his career with a golden key; but he had no time to do so. However, I was totally confused as a TV program said one thing, a newspaper said another thing, and so on. Contradictions, tributes, bad things, good things, all revolving inside my brain. And I didn't know what to think anymore. But now, I think I know.

In my eyes... Michael was a spectacular artist. Astonishing. He had THE talent, the kind of talent that only a few chosen ones have. He was a wonderful performer. He danced, he sang, and all that in an original and excellent manner. I mean, who doesn't know the famous "Moonwalk"? Who never tried doing it? I sure did, and failed miserably. Yet, Michael made it look as simple as blowing a bubble blower. I love his musics. He pours his heart and feelings in it, which only a few singers can do.

As a performer, he was loved. As a living being, disgraced. He was targeted by the midia, and took several blows from it. The public opinion had been distorted, cut between the fans and the haters. But what actually was the truth in his life? To this day, most of his life remains an enigma. Other than the fact that he had a really, really sad childhood. He took several beatings from his father, and the pressure of being perfect pressed hard on his juvenile form. And it extended to his adulthood, where he acted very childishly; as if to enjoy the childhood he didn't have. The contact with so many children made him be accused of being a pedophile. From that day on, his career crumbled. And I seriously pissed off after hearing everything that had happened to him. Though he was no saint (none of us are), he was still a victim of his own popularity.

And after analyzing his profile, I said: "He is no pedophile". It's not that I'm a pro at analyzing people or anythign like thata, even not knowing him well. But professionals sure did analyze it too. And guess what? They said the same thing. "He is no pedophile. He does not have the profile of one". And really, I don't care how many people try to drill into my brain that he is one, because to me, he isn't. He was a boy in a man's body, and often compared himself to Peter Pan. In his heart, he was one. And he would always be one.

The polemic revolving his life was weighing heavily on his fragile shoulders as he got older and older. The speculations around his skin pigment (which he claims to be fault of the Vitiligo, and frankly, I believe it is), problems with the justice, pejorative jokes, chemical dependency on medicine... And it got to a point that his body, his soul, finally couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed, never to rise again. Died the King of Pop.

May God bless his soul. And wherever he is, may he know that he left his mark in this land. His music. This King became immortal; just as he wished to have become.

RIP, Michael Jackson.