I HEAR THE MUSIC OF

I hear the music of

cowbells, and

I don´t

want

to do anything

but listen. I am

sitting on a veranda

above an albergue

in Berducedo

on

the

Camino

de Santiago.

Un gato

just

lurked

past, and onto

a neighboring roof.

Still the cowbells

are the only

music

I hear.

Nothing else is

permanently

so.