Utopia: Similar To Or Equal To Us

Utopia: similar to or equal to us

Introduction

Later (who knows when?) others, similar to or equal to us, will undoubtedly appear and act with greater freedom. This city, always unfinished, will be different: there will be large cross -linked boulevards, parks in all its neighborhoods, squares without dangers where lovers kiss and celebrate their existence, and the poets lie down on the grass and contemplate and are less vain.

Developing

You will look out to the balcony (from a wide apartment of a few floors) and while laughing the Azaleas and the ferns will greet me with a living look and I, happy for that present festive, I will throw a kiss you. You will no longer be overwhelmed by work, by the tails and smoke of cars. You will not have to get up early to cross, fatigued, the entire city, nor will you faint in the office where you have always done the same and your life wears out like a dead trunk on a prohibited beach. 

You will not suffer the humiliations of slander and malicious rumors: no one will care about any judgment outside the elementary ethics that, without cultivated meanness, will be like breathing or having a heart. The money will be a mere exchange value and to win it you will not be obliged to lose your soul. And wealth? We don’t even suspect what she will be: we have always been miserable.

Time will cease to be a guardian who forces urgency. We will live according to the punctuality of our inner rhythm. We will also be sacred amphorae and selfless intelligences in annihilations.

As Roberto Arlt wanted, we will play pirates and build unusual purple and we will ask each other: are you living, are you living?

Sadness will lose its shadow of punishment, because we will know that we are also her. You will be impetuous and when your anger is necessary, it will flow like an overflowing river. You will want to be alone with your thoughts and memories and you will know that life is the night of the death sentence at dawn. Maybe I write to you, but you will prefer that we embrace and love each other next to a window where the breeze and family sounds of the neighborhood will enter. 

We will wake up in a valley overmaking and so many laws and so many customs will have been abolished. The flags will not be divided symbols, patriotic songs will remain as vestiges of past disputes by absurd borders. Then we will have abandoned the cyclical nights of the labyrinthine cavilar and we will not suffer more the annoying signs of the convulsive reality of warlike belic.

conclusion

Also of death, which goes to our side, will be your eyes and mine;But the time we are here will be open to the diverse world and dreams. From yours I will go down at least one million stairs and we will not care about the traps and the opprobilities of those who believe that what we see is reality. For now our trip is long (there will be time, there will be time), but let’s do it more bearable forgetting our snow desert in this time of murderers.

Rimbaud and Vinicius de Moraes already said: you have to invent love again.