1(a) Streets shall be designed Euro-Style with 300-ft right-of-ways,
benches, and flowered traffic circles, to provide a distinct sense of
beauty, regardless of cost.
1(b) There shall be a canopy of trees; these shall be your favorite: Giant
Royal Palms, 25-ft high, whereas their fronds shall meet in cathedral-
like arches with a continuous breeze that shall slip in our sleeves
and flutter against our bodies so as to produce angel-like sensations
of eternity.
1(c) There shall be bushes; these shall also be your favorite: Tea Roses
@2-ft o.c. to provide enough blooms for casual picking; whereas
said blooms shall spy on us from crystal glasses set next to the
stove, over coffee-table books, or in front of mirrors.
2(a) Sidewalks shall be crack-proof and 15-ft wide for continuous,
side-by-side conversations; painted either a) Sunflower-Brown,
b) Mango Blush, or c) Rosemont Henna; whereas such colors shall
evoke, respectively: the color of your eyelashes, of your palms, the
shadows on your skin.
3(a) There shall be an average of one (1) Parisian-style café per city
block, where I shall meet your eyes, dark as espresso, above the rim
of your demitasse, and hold your hand like a music box underneath
the table; where we shall exercise all those romantic, cliché gestures
we were always too smart for.
3(b) There shall also be one (1) open-air market per city block to facilitate
the purchase of tulips, raspberries, white chocolate baci, and other
gourmet items to lavish our lives; whereas every night I shall watch
you through a glass of brandy as you dice fresh cilantro and dill,
disappearing into the scent steaming around you.
4(a) Utility poles or structures that obstruct our view shall not be
permitted. At all times we shall have one of those following vistas:
birds messaging across the sky, a profile of mountains asleep on
their backs, or a needle-point of stars.
5(a) There shall be an Arts District and we shall float through gallery
rooms on Saturday afternoons perplexed by the pain or conflict
we can’t feel in a line or a splatter of color; works that glorify or
romanticize tragedy shall not be allowed.
5(b) There shall also be a Historic District to provide residents with a
distinct sense of another time. We shall live there, in a loft with oak
floors, a rose-marble mantle where our photos will gather; our years
together will compete with the age of the brick walls and cobble
stones below our vine-threaded balcony.
(*) Without exception, there shall be a central square with a water
fountain where we shall sit every evening by the pageantry of
cherubs, where we shall listen to the trickle of their coral mouths;
where I shall trust the unspoken; where you shall never again tell
me there’s nothing here for you, nothing to keep you, nothing to
change your mind.
(Source: alinapleskova)
