Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
M. - Maybe we are aware of it. Maybe we are not aware of it.
W. – What are you talking about?
M. – I am talking about death. It’s there, waiting for us. Our own death. Not death as an intangible concept. Death as something that will take place in our own life.
W. – Death sure is waiting for us. And so what? Nothing new.
M. – And so what? We keep wasting the opportunities of having a better life. We will never learn.
W. – You will never stop being an irredeemable romantic.
M. – There is no romanticism in my analysis of the situation.
W. – Can we change our lives just because we know that we are going to die?
M. – We can, but we will not. That’s what should bother me.
W. – Are you still talking about love?
M. – Is there anything else worth to be taken in consideration?
W. – And you think you are not on a romantic mood.
M. – I wish I were always on what you call a romantic mood. But it only happens after I had a good dinner and drank two or three glasses of wine.
W. – We had a good diner, didn’t we? Enjoy it. Don’t bother thinking about death.
M. – Don’t you feel that we are too easily satisfied with what we got? Why don’t you leave everything you have, your forever-comfortable life, and come with me?
W. – Ha ha. You are so funny. Heading where? Where would you take me?
M. – I wish I knew.
W. - When we know in advance where we are going the journey stops being exciting? Is that what you mean?
M. – I don’t know what I mean, darling. I don’t even know what I would do with you if you suddenly changed your mind and out of curiosity or love for me wanted me to take you.
W. – How funny. Is it what you want? You aim at making me unhappy?
M. – How would I know? You have to try first and then see what happens. Unhappiness for the moment is just a word. And we fear words. We shouldn’t. Words always make things more or less interesting than they really are.
W. – Now I am waiting for you to say that you love me. I have been waiting for a while but nothing comes.
M. – Maybe I would love you. I don’t know.
W. – You are always so much unaware of your own feelings. If you don’t commit, how can you expect the person you are wooing to commit? You cannot have the cake and eat it... You have to decide yourself.
M. – Forgive me, mon amour. When I drink I start talking nonsense. Let’s go. Your husband may be waiting for us.