I want a house full of nothing;
just a clean wooden bare floor,
scented candles and a tall door.
I want a house full of nothing;
a mirror and music to dance to,
red lipstick and perfume when days are blue.
I want a house full of nothing;
counter lights, clean toilet seat,
hot water in tub to soak my feet.
I want a house full of nothing;
just a blackboard on the wall,
chalk, words, and no phone calls.
I want a house full of nothing;
just one fork and one knife,
red wine in barrels for the real life.
I want a house full of nothing;
a winter coat and a few shoes,
passport ready for a world cruise.
I want a house full of nothing;
just pen and paper on my desk,
and big windows by my queen bed.
I want a house full of nothing;
spiced chestnut scented sheets,
peppermint toothpaste and lots of beets.
I want a house full of nothing;
a skyline and double doors,
‘cause rainy days I do adore.
I want a house full of nothing;
a high rooftop and no TV,
bare boobs in the warm breeze.
This house I want that is full of nothing
I’ll fill with all of the little things,
they may seem small to the avaricious,
but pure joy to me they bring.
© Marcia Capellán
