Sometimes I think absurd stuff.
For example, I have contemplated what our home would be in the future.
How ridiculous.
But you know, I imagine white walls,
Dark furniture, refined, with the small details that you like.
Our room would be like this:
Minimalist,
Maybe 3 frames of some photographs
In black and white;
A bookshelf,
Half full of books on poetry,
Spanish literature, physics, mechanics,
And the other of scientific books,
On brains, behavior, psychology;
Your half of the bed would be neat,
Made,
And mine would perhaps still be occupied by me,
Chaotic, the sheets dragging,
And a small pile of books at my feet.
In a lot of things we are different,
That is why I think about how we would live together;
I think the white walls would depress me,
Maybe the following year we’ll paint them a wine color…
(remember the wine we drank on my birthday?)
Or maybe in 3 years, our children would paint a new décor…
How absurd it is to think like that,
Even more ridiculous to feel so nice imagining it.
But we would have a lovely home,
I think it would be a rich place,
A constant flux of ideas, of color, of expression, of knowledge.
It would be the Mecca of our love,
The center of my universe.
What ridiculous,
What absurd
Thought.