Detained In Time.

Silently present in a room with my parents, hearing them while I write or read anything.

I open my eyes for a minute or two to smile about their argument or simple conversation about music, decades of changes, movies, fashion and nowdays customes. 

I continue there on my own bubble

apparently untouchable,

appparently far from the reality around me

Enjoying my thoughts of them thinking I´m not there 

I´m far and they can´t touch my mind.

but their words and thoughts get inside of my mind 

and share coffee with my neurones

make a party 

have an orgy

and after a while come to get me consciously with a questioning.

My parents are already on a different argument 

The time has passed 

but I keep the same posture 

on the same chair

thinking about the same drink 

same food I have everyday 

and that questioning from the orgy of my thoughts, views and my parents words filtered in my mind 

while I was cheating on myself 

with the image of appearing non being there 

with my windows apparently closed for their reality

my surrounding.

That questioning is the prove I´m there

sitting by them

on the same chair everyday 

drinking the same coffee 

the same chocolate with the same sawdust

the same type of news from the same font

and the same music in my ears

My parents are definitely attached to their golden years 

their music, they call real music 

their ways to see the world without thinking the world wasn´t how they think 

but who could pull them off from their ideas of what the world was 

what the world is 

what the world will be 

I´m not the one who could do anything 

I´m detained in time too

listening the same music 

If I want to hear spanish songs 

the same list come to my mind 

If I want to hear something to write then 

Ricardo Arjona, of course

Inspiration, ways to write.

the balsam for my loneliness

I hear other musicians too

other kind of music 

but for me to write and feel me 

In Spanish the ones above

In English

the 80`s and 90`s romantic songs... or a little part of them 

people usually get amazed with what they find on my lists 

as my favorite song 

I love it, It is so strong, but people don`t seem to have the same opinion about that song.

Of Course, I was 15  then...

and for the last 5 to 6 years...

mmm... My fave of that skinny guy

You got me bad, you really got me bad... 

I `m gonna get u back!! 

hahhahahahhahahahhahahha love the video!!

And of course I update a little of him 

hahahahahhah 

But listening my list, watching the videos

sitting on the same chair 

even updating a little my lists 

I`m detained In time

I wonder if after 10 years or more

when I`m 70 or 80 I will be arguing with my coffee about the kind of movies 

the music people would like then

the fashion 

If even now I call myself classic dressed 

If after a bunch of years I will find in the other side of the world 

a chair to drink my coffee every day the same way

If I will continue having my sawdust for breakfast and dinner 

If I will go in my own blue bubble again

to cheat on me again 

thinking I`m untouchable for the reality 

and the ones around me 

or the loneliness on my shoulder 

I`m totally Detained in time

and that could be why I was nervous of my world not moving 

and be in the same place with the same feelings for ever 

but even when 

I`m detained in time 

My world moves

the time barely leaves signs in my soul 

barely leaves signs on my face (hehe)

but signs in my mind

Detained In Time 

Enjoying my music

Having my coffee 

My sawdust

On my chair 

Piedelmundo!!