It's weird, you tell me. The fact that?, asked. All, everything is strange, you repeat over and over again. It's rare that we get up like this, so early, as if moved by an urgency and, at the same time, without any rush. It's rare that we all have breakfast together and, then, let's not say goodbye, as usual, in a haphazard manner. May it go well, have a good day. A kiss, bye. It's weird, Yeah. It is rare that we have time to talk calmly and, at once, let's do it urged by a kind of urgency, like someone who goes on vacation, relaxes, but he has his sights set, not backwards, how would it be logical, but forward, living in the present, but projecting into the future the problems or conflicts that he will encounter when he returns, when those brief weeks of vacation are over, uneasy, distressed, but as if nothing had too much importance, postponing everything, leaving for tomorrow what you could do today.
It's weird. The fact that? Well everything. The house is strange. It's our house, Yeah. But it is also another house because it is strange to be here together, a weekday wednesday, without leaving, busy and, at the same time, idle. Worried and, at once, strangely confident. I don't know how to explain it to you any other way. It's weird, Yeah. It's strange because, although we watch the news, the problems they tell us seem to us, simultaneously, real and lies, as if everything we see was happening and, also, It was just the projection of a bad dream we had the night before. It's strange because despite the time we've been locked up, the children are behaving incomprehensibly well. How odd. We'll see how long the calm lasts.. It's strange because, although we spent the whole day together (and then another day, and another one), without separating for practically a minute, now we argue less than ever, and so?, given the circumstances, it's very strange.
It's strange because we know that our neighbors are right there, very close to us, but we never see them or almost never. we hear them, but theirs are like the voices of ghosts that sometimes sneak through the walls of our apartment. It's rare that everything works, let nothing fail: the oven, the refrigerator, the microwave, the dishwasher, the heater... What would we do if something broke? Who would we call now?? I know all this seems nonsense to you., but I also know that you have ever thought about it. Reconócelo. It's strange because this changes everything, without changing anything. everything is different, but it's the same thing. That alone is very strange, really yes?
This feeling of being is strange, at the same time, good and bad. Quiet and restless. Are we really alive? what do you think? What if this reality was just like some kind of limbo, like in that series you saw and that you liked so much, although in the end, when it ended, you spent several weeks renouncing her? What a great ending, what a waste of time, you said, wired. Isn't it strange to feel like this?? very rare. It's weird like those ugly dogs with big eyes that your daughter likes to draw (so they can see better, dice). As strange as when they force you to do something you don't want to do. Go shopping with my mother when she feels like it. Go to children's friends' birthday parties. Pass the car's MOT. Make the income tax return. Make a plane reservation online. Those situations where you feel like you are inside your body, but only a part, while the other, yours, the real one, is outside of you. In those moments, you understand that your muscles are your muscles, you understand that your legs are your legs, but, at once, you feel like your whole body is like borrowed. It's yours and, at the same time, it is not. It's weird, Yeah. It's strange knowing that the world is out there, very close, and not being able to touch it. It's very strange. GERARDO LEON
