The muse of a generation and the tragic death of a myth, the unconscious shadow of the most important sexual symbol of a country. She was there, waiting for an answer for her death. Plot? Suicide? Never mind? Tears of ink and inks of lies and applauses and I can imagine a girl death in her bathroom like The Death of Marat, with her beauty arm extended pointed to the eternity, with her beauty soul walking back to the stars. But she dead in her bed, maybe dreaming with her mother. Where was she? She was a lonely girl in a lonely world in a lonely business of focus and lies and death. And she was there, inside the set, trying to smile, trying to live one minute more, one day more. But today is the 4th of August and you have still one day more, muse of a Nation, muse of a world, divine muse of divine eyes and forced smile. What will you see, Mrs. Monroe? I can see those pills on the desk and I can see the pretended depression and the news on the TV. She will be death in one day. What do you think, blonde girl? What do you think about the future after being dead? Maybe there’s no time after it or maybe it will be the lonely nothing, the empty thing, past and future in a simple point of empty time. Think about it, muse, think about your life and think about your fans. Do you want to become into a myth or do you prefer to live just two days more? May I show you the future photos? No, you don’t want to do it, muse, you don’t want to leave the world without you, you don’t want to leave us without the smile and the present presence of the eternal beauty. Thousand of girls are now imitating you, thousand of men are now dreaming with you all around the world. Are you going to
disappoint them? Everybody but you ignores the answer to the question: who did it? You? I can’t believe it but I need to believe. The news is tragic and the future is dead. Don’t take the pill again, stop and live one day more, we beg you. But I can see the truth beyond your eyes and we can read the future as a written past of faded flowers and glory and lost smiles beyond the focuses. Where is the Oscar you dreamed to win? Where are the sincere kisses you promised me? Did you lie us? Movies and people and Governments and laws… everything lying! I’m sad, Mrs. Monroe, I’m sad you will die in just one day. Take a rest, dream the dream of a little girl with her mother. She is happy now, she will be happy forever. And please, never forget her name, her name is Norma Jean.