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It was Claudia’s voice and then Ulises’s voice, but not their normal everyday voices, or at least not Claudia’s everyday voice. It didn’t take me long to realise that they were reading poems. They were listening to Cat Stevens and reading short poems, deadpan and sad, luminous and ambiguous, slow and quick as lightning, poems about a cat rubbing itself up against Baudelaire’s legs