No hay escritura sin ego
Some times when people laugh, and especially people you know very very well (i have realised because of how much I observe the two men of my life, I’m crazy for them), you can see their child version of themselves laughing at the same time. It’s so pure.
I figured out last time we were in Jeppe’s home, that our physical traits fit the place each of us is from. His eyes are brown and green, like the little forest that grow around his house; his hair dark like wet earth; his skin light brown like the sand in the fjord at the end of the dirt road. My eyes blue like the sea or like the cloudless sky we see 330 days a year in my hometown; my skin white like the sand down in the beach, with tons of spots like grains. And the opposite of each our region’s average.
Yes, and it means “ashes”. I took it from the movie “Popiól i Diament” (Ashes and Diamonds), which is one of my favourites (I’ve watched it like 3 times and I don’t get tired, for some reason I feel very tied to it)
If you make fun of my way of pronouncing “Goethe” or any other foreign name I’ll make you pronounce “Gabriel García Márquez” and we’ll see who laughs more.