Rols - Fran Yera, ZOO, Akelarre

Quan no mirava ningú jugava amb el gest femení

Enfront de l’espill curiós d’aquell mon restringit

Em provava un vestit, m’excitava amb mi

Menys mal que ningú m’ha vist

Érem dos amics estirats al llit jugant a vore qui es mes fort

I ens fregàvem el cos, i en excitar-nos notàvem que ens creixa l’os

Mai ho vam parlar, massa debutants

Per saber ficar-li un nom

Quan gravava no m’agradava, la veu no em sonava prou greu

Qui va a sentir el que tinc a dir si no sone com un home deu?

Fòbia a la pròpia veu i s’em cau el relleu

No, no, No soc qui suposeu

Que vam néixer nues i des de llavors tot ha sigut travestisme

El binarisme es per a màquines.

Nosaltres som un abisme

Definir-se és limitar-se, jo no vull podar les branques

Jo vull fluir sense tanques

I viure escarbant tastant els verins

Els actes reflexes i essències complexes

I viure escarbant tastant els verins

De sexes annexes i essències complexes arqueòleg de mi

Ens han educat en gàbies socials com a rates de laboratori

Dicotomia, rols establerts, disciplina i reformatori

Obedient i elegant, tranquil·leta i cordial

Baixem el teló, tanquem la funció;

tinc el gènere que trio jo

Em miren, senyalen i jutgen, donen el génere per suposat

Calla, que callis, escolta i aprèn, que sóc una perfo, ni nena ni nen

Trencant el binarisme a cada passa que faig pel carrer

Que vull que rebentin els teus prejudicis

Serem tot allò que no ens vau deixar ser

Sobre la gespa del parc ens besàvem, ficant-nos a prova

No era fastigós com pronosticaven Les veus que assistien als fets

Era més bé amor, amistat, natural… Això va ser abans

De que s’assecara el fang

I les veus ressonaren al cap dient que està be i que està mal

Qui pots ser i com t’has de matar Qui pots ser i com però

Definir-se és limitar-se, jo no vull podar les branques

Jo vull fluir sense tanques

I viure escarbant tastant els verins

Els actes reflexes i essències complexes

I viure escarbant tastant els verins

De sexes annexes i essències complexes arqueòleg de mi

Era un heroi saltant gronxadors fugint de princeses i del seu amor

Jo, era fort i graciós amb el pit descobert sense saber

Que no era sols un joc sinó un assaig novell

Del teatre dels rols

When no one was looking, she was playing with the feminine gesture

In front of the curious mirror of that restricted world

I tried on a dress, I was excited about it

Luckily no one has seen me

We were two friends lying in bed playing to see who was stronger

And we rubbed our bodies, and when we got excited we noticed that our bones were growing

We never talked about it, too many newcomers

To know how to put a name to it

I didn't like it when I was recording, my voice didn't sound serious enough

Who’s going to hear what I have to say if it doesn’t sound like a ten man?

Phobia in my own voice and I'm relieved

No, no, I'm not who you are

That we were born naked and since then everything has been transvestism

Binarism is for machines.

We are an abyss

To define oneself is to limit oneself, I don’t want to prune the branches

I want to flow without fences

And live digging tasting poisons

Reflex acts and complex essences

And live digging tasting poisons

Of ancillary sexes and complex essences archaeologist of me

We have been educated in social cages like laboratory rats

Dichotomy, established roles, discipline and reformatory

Obedient and elegant, calm and friendly

We lower the curtain, close the function;

i have the genre i choose

They look at me, point at me and judge me, take the genre for granted

Shut up, shut up, listen and learn, I'm a perfo, neither girl nor boy

Breaking the binarism with every step I take down the street

That I want your prejudices to burst

We will be all that you did not let us be

We kissed on the grass of the park, putting ourselves to the test

It was not disgusting as predicted by the voices attending the events

It was more love, friendship, natural… That was before

Let the mud dry

And the voices echoed in his head saying he was right and wrong

Who you can be and how you have to kill yourself Who you can be and how but

To define oneself is to limit oneself, I don’t want to prune the branches

I want to flow without fences

And live digging tasting poisons

Reflex acts and complex essences

And live digging tasting poisons

Of ancillary sexes and complex essences archaeologist of me

He was a hero jumping swings fleeing princesses and their love

Me, I was strong and funny with my chest unconscious

That it was not just a game but a novice essay

Of the theater of the roles