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