Present (VI)

     My prediction was correct: the song I heard when I first entered the basement summed up the joy of a shared comradeship, magnifying both.

    All these years I´ve spent searching for it -in my memory, in my dreams, in collections appearing since 69 under the symbols of the miracle or the tree with roots, on labels of the genuine or, recently, the complete... but the song just doesn´t come up. It´s just not there.

        Perhaps it was never recorded, perhaps it´ll show up  tomorrow in a lost tape.

        The song is not recorded because it possibly doesn't exist.

        It might be the one I´m trying write,

        now,

        here,

        as if we sang it.