partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt

However, I will continue to think of you when I drop by the Reina Sofía

like that time I saw something of Mondrian's and I only liked his figurative work 

and you were waiting at home and I thought I would tell you all about it but I didn't 

who knows why or when I'll pass by Carrer de l'Arc again 

in the Call jueu of Girona or the sudden fevers that came up when we saw each other 

after months without seeing each other or the frutti di mare or the picapollo 

or when Vincent and we sneaked into the projection room through the exit 

and the portraits were what melted us both the most and you were so 

beautiful with that fringe that they cut you a little too long 

and I was wearing the three-quarter length coat that you loved so much 

that we bought together and the scarf that you picked out for me 

or when O'Hara or Williams' plums

o Chettie singing don't change your hair for me not if you care for me 

o Picasso's "The room" that presided over our guest room

or Goytisolo with his te compraré un pañuelo

seré buen chico haremos

un viaje or when I go to Tabacalera like when Visit Spain 

by Ramón Masats and seeing the people of the past notice that we thought that 

we were quite lucky and had quite a future and it was my first day in the city 

and we walked through the corridors like a loud bang, a single instinct,

fantasizing each one for oneself with thousands of things we would do together 

and we ended up using the analog camera and I still have that roll of film 

and the certainty that I don't think I will develop it soon not for anything but to let you 

sleep because somewhere I have read that those who we have seen sleeping 

we can never hate.