Horrible Soneto about Michael from Spanish "musician" Joaquín Sabina!!!

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Hello guys!

I write you cause I came across the most horrible "soneto" about Michael. Is from a famos spanish singer and writer called Joaquin Sabina. The soneto is called "Sonetos para Ja**" and it was publish in a very famos magazine in Spain last year. I just found out about it :no:.

Latin fans have alredy made a FB group and I have alredy ask ppl there and in a spanish forum to write a email complaining about this to the publicaction it was writen in and to Sony, wich is also this man's company (yes.. I know:mello:).

The soneto is in spanish and I really can not translate it cause he say the most horrible things and really makes me sick :sad:.

Here is the link of the soneto if you want to read it:
http://www.joaquinsabina.net/2009/07...os-para-*****/

Anyway, I would like ppl here would participate also, you can write to the magazine that publish the "soneto" to complain too. I am sure you can write them in english and they will understand.


Here is the link of the FB gruop:
http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?t...TRIBUTO-A-MICHAEL-JACKSON/457730225360?ref=ts

Here are the mails of the magazine and Sony Spain:

contacta.interviu@grupozeta.es; interviu@grupozeta.es; webmaster@click2music.es

Thanks for the support guys!
 
I know and so unecesary too, he didnt even meet Michael, why would he do something like this??? Jelousy? press attention?
But he goes way out of line on it! really really offensive! :(
 
^^^Yes, what does he say? It is impossible for us to make a complaint, intelligently about something when we don't even know what was said.
 
I would also like to know before complaining. Could someone please translate it? Anyone? :(
 
This is a loose translation from Google:
"The poor little rich boy, the old fool,
el negro blanco, el calvo cincuentón the black white, bald man in his fifties
con peluca de Barbie y pantalón Barbie wig and trousers
de húsar nunca se limpió los mocos. hussar never wiped the snot.

Ni debajo ni lejos de los focos Neither under or away from the spotlight
quiso seguir creciendo el rey del pop, wanted to continue growing the king of pop,
disfrazado de Bambi o Robocop, Bambi disguised as Robocop,
chavales, a dormir, que viene el coco. kids to sleep, that bogeyman.

Fugitivo de Harlem y del gueto, Fugitive of Harlem and the ghetto,
tanto talento y tan escasas luces, so much talent and so few lights,
su voz le puso swing al siglo veinte. his voice gave him swing the twentieth century.

con su exhibicionismo glam paleto with his hillbilly glam showmanship
cubierto de medallas, deudas, cruces, covered with medals, debts, crosses,
en Thriller ya bordó el muerto viviente. in Thriller and embroidered the living dead.

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Los padres de los hijos que amó tanto, Parents of children who so loved,
las madres de alquiler que lo chulean, surrogacy it cool,
saben que no era un criminal ni un santo know that there was a criminal or a saint
condenado a bailar con la más fea. condemned to dance with the ugliest.

Lo más libre que tuvo fue su canto, The freer he had was his song,
su grito de gallito de pelea, his cry of bantam rooster,
a la hora de la póstuma marea when the tide posthumous
no nos une el amor sino el espanto. unites us not love but fear.

Con sus tres churumbeles tan probeta With three such specimen churumbeles
no echó un polvo que no fuera de talco not poured a powder which was not of talc
la ON punto G de Peter Pan. the point G ON Peter Pan

Walk on the moon con guante en la bragueta, Walk on the moon with glove on the fly,
con burka, purpurina y catafalco, with a burqa, and purplish catafalque
el circo americano, Neverland. American circus, Neverland. "

Disgusting >=(
 
Hey guys I made this translation with some corrections and with some context :(

Poor rich kid, the old fool,
the black white, bald man in his fifties
with Barbie wig and used pants
never cleaned his nose.
Not under or away from the spotlight
would want to grow the King of Pop,
disguised as Bambi or Robocop,
kids go to sleep, that the bogeyman is coming.
Fugitive from Harlem and the ghetto,
so talented and so few mind,
his voice gave swing to the twentieth century.
With his tacky glam exhibitionism
covered with medals, debts, crosses,
in Thriller he was already a great living dead.

Parents of the children he loved so much,
surrogacy mothers that complement him,
they know he was no criminal or a saint
condemned to dance with the ugliest.
The freest thing he had was with its song,
his cry like a cock fighting,
when the posthumous tidal come
we are united by fear, not by love.
In his three “churumbeles” (kids) of test tub
he only use powder on his face (this is a very Spanish expression, having or using powder means having sex, so with this he means he did have sex)
the ON point G of Peter Pan
Walk on the Moon with glove on the fly,
in burkas, glitter and catafalque
the Circus American Neverland.

:(



 
he only use powder on his face (this is a very Spanish expression, having or using powder means having sex, so with this he means he did have sex)


He means that he didn't.
 
don't pay attention to a guy who only knew Michael through the tabloids.
I feel sorry for him. This is again the poison of the press.
 
That is one sh*tty @ss poem! LMAO! Who ever wrote that need to worry about something he actually knows about because clearly he knew sh*t about Michael! Seriously.... and they called MJ weird!....HOW? lol
 
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