-why are you so serious?
-because music is a serious stuff

 The useless dawn finds me in a deserted street-
      corner; I have outlived the night.
   Nights are proud waves; darkblue topheavy waves
      laden with all the hues of deep spoil, laden with
      things unlikely and desirable.
   Nights have a habit of mysterious gifts and refusals,
      of things half given away, half withheld,
      of joys with a dark hemisphere. Nights act
      that way, I tell you.
   The surge, that night, left me the customary shreds
      and odd ends: some hated friends to chat
      with, music for dreams, and the smoking of
      bitter ashes.  The things my hungry heart
      has no use for.
   The big wave brought you.
   Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily
      and incessantly beautiful.  We talked and you
      have forgotten the words.
   The shattering dawn finds me in a deserted street
      of my city.
   Your profile turned away, the sounds that go to
      make your name, the lilt of your laughter:
      these are the illustrious toys you have left me.
   I turn them over in the dawn, I lose them, I find
      them; I tell them to the few stray dogs and
      to the few stray stars of the dawn.
   Your dark rich life ... 
   I must get at you, somehow; I put away those 
      illustrious toys you have left me, I want your
      hidden look, your real smile -- that lonely,
      mocking smile your cool mirror knows.
   

Jorge Luis Borges

favourite

all the music during all these years
the music in the middle of the night
in a room that stays in darkness, except for the light that comes from a screen

the books
so many books read by two
maybe in the same language or not
probably at the same time, but not in the same space

some poets, dead, surely
some writers, dead, surely too
some musicians, dead and alive
("all the best ones are dead": someone would say)

the love for the bass
there is always a bass in between

some cats,
stray cats of ocurse

that is what we are.
 and nothing else

i lost myself so deeply that i cant even recognize myself when i look at my face in the mirror
how could this happen to me?
oh, how?
oh, so tragic
so, so tragic


ok, i need a vacation
inmediately