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Hola!Acabo de recibir un email de un fan de Gales con una carta que ha escrito Michael. No me ha dicho la fecha, ni a quien va dirigida la carta ni cuando MJ la escribió, pero parece super reciente ya que hace mención a la gira nueva en la nota de la foto. Me gustaria que alguien me diera mas información. Aparte deciros que esta carta me ha emocionado de manera sobre humana, que jamás he visto a Michael hablar tan sinceramente y que he entendido leyendola el sufrimiento tan grande que el padece. Esta carta es una lección de vida para todos, fans y no fans pero especialmente, es algo que todo no fan debería leer, algo que yo pienso traducir y pasar via email a todos mis contactos no fans y además pienso poner en el blog de mi Myspace para que absolutamente todo el mundo lo lea. Esto es sinceramente lo mas bonito que he leido en muchiiiisimo tiempo. Lo pongo en original y luego traduzco sino lo hace alguien antes.
Reading your letter I had to cry in thankfulness. For that there is someone out there who understands me. Maybe there are more. If I may I'd like to write some sentences to the people of the world. Sentences you will never find in your newspapers, because for that they are not spectacular enough.
Dear people,
I would like to ask you a question – the question WHY. Why is there so much poverty in the world? Why so many wars? Why so much torture and agony? And why must children die and innocent suffer? I don't understand it. Do you understand it?
I want to help. I want to make people happy, and may it be just for a moment. That is what gives my life a sense. Don't you understand me? What did I do that you judge me? Are you really envious of me? You don't have to. I wouldn't wish you to be me…
Maybe you just want me to confess my 'guilt'.
Yes, it is true, I do love children! But not the way you want it to be. I love them from the bottom of my heart. Because children don't make wars. Children have never hurt me. It makes me happy to look in their shining eyes. Is it a crime wanting to be happy and want to make others happy? Many of them who visit me are going to die soon, of cancer or other terrible diseases. I won't let you forbid me through your arrogance to give them just one happy day!
Yes, it is true that I had plastic surgeries! Do you know what it feels like?! How often did I have to wake up in pain! How often I didn't know what would expect me when I look into the mirror! How often did I cry when I did it! Don't you see that I'm punishing myself for that I cannot cope with my face – and with myself! Why do you also punish me for it?
Yes, it is true, once I was black! You get darker in the sun and get admired for that. But I am sick and you hit me for it. The sun you love so much can kill me. In former times I loved to be outside in the light, too, now I can nearly only go out at night. And you make your fun out of it. If I hadn't become the Michael Jackson you know today, then I would also be like that: I would be a white black with curls and a thick niggernose for which everybody would tease me. Well, now you tease me because of my little nose. Maybe I would already be dead because I couldn't protect myself so good as I can today. Would you prefer it when I was dead? Or when I had never existed? But then you wouldn't have my music! Would you like to do without 'Billie Jean'?! My music you love though, don't you? Just not me. But I create the music to make you happy.
You torture me with your disgraceful words. Words can sometimes hurt so much more than punchs. Often I sit in an edge and cry. I ask God for what I have to suffer, what a reason I've given you. Cause I never did harm to anyone. I am afraid of you 'cause you've hurt me so badly. And I don't even defend myself. I simply hide behind my masks. Oh, how I hate these masks! Under them I can hardly breathe. But I have no choice, it's the only way to protect myself. But you don't like it when I protect myself. You'd prefer to kick a defenceless man in his face. but this favour I won't do you. I don't need to be ashamed for anything I've done. And as I can see at you, dear Unknown there are people who understand my message.
My friends and me, we don't go into the war with tanks. We come with sunflowers to all of you even though you laugh at us and snap our flowers off. Maybe you will understand not before not only the flowers but the whole sun goes out. With my music, with what I do I would like to bring a light into the world. But is it necessary that I kill myself until someone believes me? And until someone believes me that I just want to do good things and that I suffer from your hate? But then you would be outraged: "And the children?!" Particularly you would say that, you who would love the most to take my children away from me. You say they aren't my children. You say I couldn't educate them. How do you want to know this?! And is it important then what blood is flowing through their veins when I would die for them? Your jealousy and your hate make you blind for what love means.
You don't know me, nevertheless you have already judged me! You, those reporters who hammer me at the cross in the morning, you listen to my music in the evening! That is not fair! You are not interested in what you write if it just attracts readers and causes headlines. But my name is enough to attract the people. Why is it always necessary to denounce me? Why don't you write something positive, there you wouldn't have to search so long! Why do I have to be 'Wacko Jacko'? Can't you see that the only one I'm hurting is myself?! You hunt me like I was a piece of cattle. Isn't there anybody who sees that I'm also a human being?! Where do you have your heart? Where do you have your mercy? Where do you have your love?
If just one out of ten people who get this letter tries to understand me, already then my life is it worth being lived.
Peace, Love and Kindness
From my heart, Michael Jackson.
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nenita111 dijo:UFFFFFFFF, aunque no me lo creo para nada, que la carta es de Mike, me puso a llorar.
Creo que, refleja muy similar, que Mike tenia que haber sufrido los ultimos años.
Cuanto dolor tenia que haber pasado ese gran hombre y no se lo merecia para nada, ni un solo dolor....
No, eso fue un/a fan, con buenos intensiones sin duda, pero no fue Michael.
Pero duele mucho, leerlo...
nenita no se si las leido las conversaciones de MJ con el rabino S. Boteach ..., no te puedo decir exactamente la parte del libro porque no lo ubico en este momento, pero MJ le expresa al rabino que él ha sufrido mucho en su vida .., que sólo Dios sabe lo que él ha sufrido....
Pero estas palabras si son creibles porque están soportadas por las grabaciones con la voz de Michael hablando al rabino...
De una de estas lo que más me impactó de la confesión al rabino es que MJ aceptó que el sufrimiento formaba era parte de una dinámica de ayuda al prójimo apoyado en su fama que permitía abrír todas las puertas y acopiar más recursos.., y transformó todo esto en su misión en la vida , la cual definió o enmarcó en su acción por la infancia necesitada y ayudar a cambiar o mejorar el mundo actual, mejorar las condicones ambientales de vida.
Si ubico la parte del libro donde está este escrito lo posteo acá para que puedan verificar como Michael concebía todo esto de como el podía desde su realidad ayudar al mundo...
saludos...
Whitelup, no lo he leido, pero escuché parte de las cintas...me ha dado mucho escalofrio y el dia, que los escuché estaba muy mal, tanto sufrimiento en un solo hombre.
Yo sé, que Michael ha sufrido muchisimo en su corta vida y creo que lo sigue haciendo, porque la gente todavia hablan mal de el (yo creo, que de uno u otra forma Mike esta cerca de nosotros, sea donde sea) y eso me pone mas mal todavia.
No sé, si me mal interpretaste (o si me expliqué mal, soy alemana, a veces no se me entiende, porque traduzco mis pensamientos directo del aleman al español) pero leyendo esta supuesta carta del, todo esto me vino otra vez a la mente. Lo unico, que no lo creo es, que esta carta es de Mike, pero los sufrimentos tenian que haber sido muy similares.
¿No puedes subir el todo libro con un link, si no es mucho pedir? Aunque no sé, si tengo el valor de poder leerlo, que ya lo poco, que han puesto de las grabaciones me ha puesto tan mal.
Miss you sooo much...every day for the rest of my life. I love you more
Tengo el archivo del libro de las conversaciones de Michael y el rabino S. Boteach en inglés guardado en mi máquina o en un disco portátil ..., lo ubico y lo trataré de subir por megaupload para que lo puedas bajar.., creo recordar no estoy segura que tiene unos 50 0 60 megas...
dame un tiempo suficiente y vuelves a revisar a ver si lo pude montar acá...
En relación a la carta tengo dudas a si Michael realmente la escribió pero por supuesto no es descartable. Sólo que es diferente en el caso de las grabaciones y el libro de las transcripciones que trataré de postear ...
En la Web de la Corte del Rey del Pop hay un post con la traducción al español del libro completo hecho por una de las personas que participa en este otro increíble foro dedicado a MJ su obra, sus demás actividades, etc.
saludos...
Tengo el archivo del libro de las conversaciones de Michael y el rabino S. Boteach en inglés guardado en mi máquina o en un disco portátil ..., lo ubico y lo trataré de subir por megaupload para que lo puedas bajar.., creo recordar no estoy segura que tiene unos 50 0 60 megas...
dame un tiempo suficiente y vuelves a revisar a ver si lo pude montar acá...