A kind of perverse intrigue binds me to songs of a foreign language. My lack of full understanding robs me of the chance to critique the superficiality of the expression, and I am led to believe in the depth of emotion, the highs and lows, just by the nuances of the melody.
I keep replaying it, and replaying it.
They make up the bulk of mainstream songs I can accept, expressions I'd never really understand and can only make up on my own.
I don't think I ever want to understand them.
What if then, I'd think they were never really that intriguing afterall?
What if then, I stop replaying it?
What if, what would happen, if it wasn't based on full understanding? Would history, inevitably, replay without me hitting the button
tsesin 
spoke at : 11:32 PM