Play a Record.

We all have certain songs that touch our souls, that make us a little bit more sensitive,
that make our necks curl a little, our pores reach out, our temperature rise or fall...

Music is touching souls, just like it might be a soft lip encounter, a projectile look, a playful touch.
Music is intense as dark chocolate, a rich red wine, a clutch, a take hold of, a passionate grip of another body against yours. 
Music is free-ing, as a window-opened road trip, a mountain, a view from the heights, the wind. 

The combination of sounds, rhythm, frequencies, silences make us travel. 
Travel,
Travel to places we like, we yearn, travel to places we fear, and yet are mysteriously attracted to. 
Fatal attraction of what is forbidden, where the impossible might just be able to squeeze in--and it haunts us from time to time, slipping in for a fraction of a second, making us tremble. 
Tremble, 
Tremble at the thought of it taking shape, for granting it even a possibility.
Possibly, most definitely shaking us a little, making us lunatics, thought-less, yet so incredibly powerful. 
Powerful,
Powerful of devising this malicious plan, deliciously mischievous, which has no desire to harm or make anyone/anything break.
Break,
Break the abstraction of time, create a new dimension with no limits, for a second, a tiny tiny second.

Music does it all.
Close your eyes and shake, tremble, stretch...stretch that thought.

Drink a whole case of wine of you,
Play a whole game of looks,
Take hold of you close and strong.

What record do you have on right now?

-Fía.