Michael .... my dear ...... I did a poem for you:
"Being Fan
So what is to be a fan?
Being a fan is not just know everything about our idol;
Not knowing the details of his private life;
It is not only known all his works and works;
It is not only constantly review and see everything that is related to him.
Being Fan, Fan of fact, it's much more than that.
Being fan is laughing and crying;
It is suffering and celebration;
It is to support and fight with all forces for the success of those who admire;
It is always with him, even if only in thought;
You love him, worship him, admire him to anyone else;
You feel the strength and the messages he sends us;
You defend it until the end, against everything and against all;
You support him and always love him, regardless of their faults and the rumors about him;
It treats it as a normal person and at the same time consider it superior to others;
You bring him always in my heart. The relationship between the fan and an idol is much greater than you can imagine, but it does not even know and who never have seen the relationship of complicity never die. Who is not a fan of someone, can not understand this. Some people are fan of the mother or father, the grandmother or aunt's, but more than that is be a fan of someone who never saw in my life. How can this be possible? It may seem that in, but it is. There are people who can never understand this. But for that matter what other people think? Does not contribute to my happiness. They may criticize, they can enjoy, can say that I live surrounded by dreams and illusions. This is my way of seeking happiness. The reality does not make me happy. And I know full well that by seeking the most happiness in another world, never to meet. But dreaming is essential, dreaming is necessary. And I need both. What I would be without my dreams? The person empty, hollow, who lives in chains to reality, thinking about yesterday and carry out tomorrow. I do not like too many people, prey to land, because I do not and can be annoys me so that I bother when I'm in my own world in search of some peace of mind!
Can I forget the reality for a few seconds? Can I get away from here for a few moments? The reality for me is a nightmare. Only that. I dream. I have dreams. And despite the many doors close in life, often opens us a window. It's not worth the dream? Absolutely. I always believed so. Even the most unpredictable of dreams can be achieved. I believe so because I do not accommodated in Quitting. Nothing is impossible. "
Michael hope you like what I wrote. I wrote thinking of you. Each word came from the bottom of my heart. I love him unconditionally as a human being and artist. It is difficult to talk about you that is a very special person. An angel sent by God to earth ... an angel in human form. Only that I could write poetry and outlines he more or less as I like their fan ......
Kisses for you ..... love you forever !!!!! From his brazilian fan ... Roberta
