Beyoncé

The non-music from across the ocean (come on, at least you’ll enjoy Brit 1 or 2); the 360° opportunism of Black-tone declined to today's Business; the mainstay of trash in a creolized sauce; a D-list Pausini duetting with the greatest artistic traitor of all time: a singer whose group starts with C, and whose name is not Steve; a categorical, stratospheric insult in multi-channels to dance (the traditional one), meditation, poetry, or just to those who make hard analysis of disparities, the lifeblood of crime, the rhetoric of fake followers of a cleric who uses God long before venerating Him, of the various addictions that ruin lives and tarnish communities, of the media rot that leads us to bully individuals that it is an understatement to say are innocent, of the power wielded by those who command the banks and the internal slave trades made Riders, of the trivialization of a viral pandemic like the one we are experiencing right now; (back to B.K.) one of the most influential gay icons along with Pinx and Rihanna, and don’t read it in a homophobic key: it’s a naked truth. I will conclude. The thirty-nine-year-old fur-clad woman from Houston who does not turn a blind eye to those with problems, with a child who will learn only one lesson from her: get suckled, eat, drain, and flee!