I know it’s the wine talking. I know it. But how can I feel so isolated, yet I do, when I listen to the music of Julieta Venegas? I love a woman I don’t know, I love a woman who I can only hear.
Nobody else here know who she is. Nobody can appreciate the beauty of her voice and so when I listen to her when I cook in the kitchen, and I feel happy, I feel isolated too. Crazy, yeah?
Do we stick with what others know to be relatable, or to our passions and to what we love?
I know the answer. It takes experience to decide for yourself.