Musiquita

Regresando al trabajo luego de almorzar, me montè en mi carrito y al encenderlo empezò una canciòn justo en ese instante, el track 4 del cd de mi muy querida Fionna, ay la canción! que ganas de juntar a un grupito de amigas y cantar como las mujeres solemos hacer (confesión) , durisimo y señalando como si le hablaramos o cantaramos a alguien en particular que se encuentra justo frente a nosotras. Y bueno como no pude, la comparto por aquì con ustedes mis niñas, sobre todo con la Lunita Clara, la Rana, Jeanne, hasta con la Chio y la Yamita, que aunque tal vez ahora no aplique saben como es que es...jajajaja, y claro con mis amigos también aunque hay algunos que creen que la Fionna solo compone para las mujeres, "embute" suyo! compone pa to` el mundo!
Hablando de las decisiones...

Love Ridden

Love ridden, I've looked at you
With the focus I gave to my birthday candles
I've wished on the lidded blue flames
Under your brow and baby, I wished for you
Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
And I wanna crawl in with you, but I cry instead
I want your warm, but it will only make me colder when it's over
So I can't tonight, baby
No, not "baby" anymore - if I need you I'll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we'll only have to wave
My hand won't hold you down no more
The path is clear to follow through
I stood too long in the way of the door
And now I'm giving up on you
No, not "baby" anymore - if I need youI'll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we'll only have to wave
No, not "baby" anymore - if I need youI'll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now onAnd in a little while, we'll only have to wave...

Entonces el cd siguió solito y para complicarla un poquito más llegó el track 5, Paper Bag...

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that...
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love...

Y aquí dije "ay noo, eso no, viene musiquita màs divertida", y llegó la Erykah Baduuuu al rescate del retorno al trabajo. "Freakquency... Push up the fader, bust the meter, shake the tweeter... Bump it well well well"