headache

A tunnel, apparent concentration rather distracting mollusk, a flash of light, do not grin, perhaps worry, but not today, a palpitation, a needle behind the eye, to ask and not to answer, nauseate, begin to sleep, never return, could possibly come back, surely will come back, will this I ever remain?

escucho: Milonga del Ángel, Yo-Yo Ma / Soul of the Tango: the Music of Astor Piazolla