STUCK ON A SONG.

Sometimes I feel hooked on a song.

It depends on the moment, it could be a rock song or a ballad, classic music or new age, but it´s always the same. I can´t control it; every moment, every second is the song. Eating, reading, working are the song. But life is not the song.

Dicotomy.

My body and my soul are independent. While my body is living, my soul is in jail. A jail of dreams. Stuck on a far harbour. Like that old sailor of La Gomera, maybe called Brian.