‘‘I am one of the girls who went on stage with Michael Jackson in 1993 in
Argentina. I was a teenager at the time, I had no platonic love but I can
say that I was deeply in love with him.
I felt like I had finally found my place on Earth, I felt like I had come home after a long journey. I felt that I was safe, beside him, holding his hand. I will never forget a detail of the minutes I was with him. I still feel your soft skin.
From the day I touched it until today, I feel numb with it. It was like in slow motion, I had time to watch his every gesture, his little details, I saw my own image in the crystal clarity of his eyes, I saw how inspired he is, I saw the little beads of sweat on his forehead.
My God, she was just perfect. That time was perfect. The power of his hug woke me up, and I started to hear his voice as he hugged me. He was singing in my ears, but I couldn't really hear the words, just his angelic voice, and I remember concentrating on the heat of his breath on my ear and face.
So I pushed my face into her face, needing to feel the touch of her skin… and oh, it was soft and warm and her hair caressed my face and I put my nose in her neck and I'll remember my whole life as her skin. it smelled.