Nuevo himno gay a la vista

Aunque seguramente, much@s preferiran quedarse con la nueva de belinda o thalia o alguna de esas divillas venidas a menos.
Los Fangoria... siempre serán los fangoria.

2012/2013

Después de un año bien pinche complicado, por fin estamos estrenando otro.
El otro día platicando con mi noviomaridoamigoetc, llegábamos al a conclusión de que esté 2012 fue realmente un año de perdida... sobre todo de perdida de personas (mi suegro, mi maestra de teatro, mi abuelo, un ex, mis dos perritos, etc).
Pero también encontré muchas otras cosas nuevas.

Estos 12 meses que acaban de pasar los viví en un rush tremendo todo el tiempo, quisiera que vengan tiempos mas confortables para todos.

Se que así será.

Siempre he querido ser muy Warhol

Pero constantemente termino siendo muy Bianca Jagger.

O sea la que mira desde el fondo a la verdadera estrella, esperando a ser él quien brille alguna vez, que ocasionalmente tiene ideas desafiantes y las ejecuta, que puede llegar a recibir por ellas un pinche premio nobel... pero no oficial, si no alternativo, de chocolate pues.
Poco, mucho, lo justo... metida en todo y en nada a la vez. Pasión desmedida por su hacer y haber, pero sin llegar a tener.

...just ride

I was in the winter of my life and the men I met along the road where my only summer. At night id fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. 3 years down the line of being on an endless World Tour, my memories of them is the only thing that sustained me and my only real happy times.

I was a singer, not a very poplar one. I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet.
But a plan of unfortunate series of events, I saw those dreams dashed and divided  like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again. Sparkling and broken That I didnt really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything that you ever wanted  and then losing it  to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I’ve been doing how I’ve been living; They ask me why but there is no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people.  For home to be where ever you lie your head

I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing to North , No fixed personality
Just a inner indecisiveness that is as wide and wavering as the ocean And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying
Because I was born to be the other women I belonged to know one  Who belong to everyone?
Who had nothing?
Who wanted everything?
There’s a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom, that terrified me to a point that I couldn’t even talk about it n' pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me

Every night I use to pray that I find my people, and finally I did on the open road
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art
Live fast, Die young, Be wild and have fun
I believe in the country America used to be, I believe in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open heart and my Motto is the same as ever.
I believe in the kindness in strangers, and when I’m at war with myself
I RIDE... I Just Ride
Who are you?... are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies?, have you created a life for yourself?, where you can experience them... I have

I am fucking crazy

But I am free.

LaBienQue... baila así

Que extraño se esta poniendo el mundo últimamente... ¿será porque ya se va a acabar?
El caso es que ahora Labienque se pasá al electro... al menos un poquito y en este single, suena a maqueta mal terminada (o con cero malicia) del portishead mas maquinero... no es queja.