The two of them rented an apartment and went to the market to get groceries. One of them went to the cleaning products and dumped rags, soap, basins and brooms in the trolley. One of the two rained down food for the inauguration, reaching for meat, cold cuts, bread, eggs and milk.

When the two entered the house, one of them mopped the floor, forgetting to dust the furniture first. Then applied disinfectants, broke the seals on the cloths and scrubbed the skirting boards.

One of the two placed the large plant in front of the window, shading it when the sun came in to blind the TV, opened the curtains wide for air and looked for leaks.

One of the two removed the large plant from in front of the window. The shade was reminiscent of other unacceptable homes. Then moved the sofa away from the bookcase by just two centimeters.

One of the two moved the sofa further away from the bookcase so that it was near the hammock. Then centered the dining table and placed the centerpiece.

One of the two hammered the coffee table’s wobbly foot, but thought it looked better in the corner. Thought the room looked nicer with trimmed edges, but no corner table had been bought.

When they had finished, the two went to share the tiny bathroom. One of them took the soap and, with the affection filling the hand, ran it over the other’s body. Then captured the cascades of foaming water and returned it higher up, playing with the body of one of the two.

One of the two would reach for the shampoo and, with a kiss, bring the head close to one of the two, pouring shampoo on both, rubbing until the hair was together, connected, emend.

One of the two said was looking for something from the moving and one of the two said that something was looking for had moved.

The most hurtful thing is that there’s no music player yet.