La cita es el sabado 17 de octubre del 2009, a las 13 hrs en el Monumento a la Revolucion.
La ruta sera del Monumento al Zocalo (la misma del año pasado)
De preferencia llegar caraterizados o llegar temprano para caracterizarse ahi, ademas contaremos con la colaboracion de maquillistas (ajenos a la organizacion de la zombie walk) estaran caracterizando con un pequeño costo derecuperacion de material.
Al finalizar la marcha habra un AFTER-PARTY-ZOMBIE, en un bar cercano al zocalo ( mas informacion mas adelante)
Rip Michael Jackson 1958-2009 I dont kno about u but i really (cant stop till i get enough) its (bad) He gots me lookin at (the man in the mirror) goin over my (abc)'s not 2 (cry) He's like a (smooth criminal) and i (remember the time) he had me waiting 2 (jam) his (scream). He wuz the only one that understood (they dont care about us ) We dont care about (billy jean) but (dirty diana) seams hot. i listen 2 him ( till the break of dawn) and dont understand (why u wanna trip on me) about it. I kno he's (gone 2 soon) he wuz like a trophy (Out of the closet) a real (thriller) and if u didnt like him u can (beat it) he will always b rememberd 4 poping locking moonwalkin and being (black or white) DON'T ASK (WHO IS IT) because you already kno we will miss him if u liked any of all his number 1 songs fwd this 2 any that will say a prayer 4 him and his family RIP
WE HAD HIM FOR MICHAEL JACKSON BY MAYA ANGELOU Category: Writing and Poetry
In addition to saying that, like so many of his fans, she "loved him all my life," she also read a poem that Maya Angelou wrote in tribute for the occasion called "We Had Him":
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
Hi; Michael you are the true legend of pop.Your memory will live on forever in our hearts.Thank you for the gift of your music.Sing with the Angels Michael and know that we will forever love you.
Welcome to my circle of friends. Thank you for adding my child Elliot's Memorial/Drug Awareness page.Hug's, Elliot's Mom Donna
Thank you for the request and support.. may we all unite together as one the way Michael would want. Let's show all the love we have for this man, carry on his Legacy, and try to live our lives the way he did. With kindness,passion, and the desire to want to better the world... Keep In touch.. We are starting small, but we can change the world together as one.
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