Beautiful river

SHE:- Beautiful river passes between us…
He smiles.
- Yes, beautiful…
They are silent for a while, watching stream of water carring away thoughts.
Void is playing in their presence by different colors, shimmering quasi on sun by brilliance of inspired particles, seems to come alive..

She thinks about sky. And They strain muscles, relatively raising eyes higher.
No word about sky - sacred.
Love, mm…
Amusing union of symbols.
And as it is – Love.
Hmm, involved to understand fully. Puriness can't be measured. Infinite.

Truth is everywhere. They think about each other again.
SHE:- Hi.
- Hi.
SHE: - What are you doing?
- Nothing. And you?
SHE: - And I'm high. Each moment. With you.
White logic. Flight.

Life – sounds landing. Flying.
Would we fly?
SHE: - Let's lie, have a rest…
- But I'll move anyway…
SHE: - Let me free. I'm myself. Oh!

SHE: - Where am i?
- …
SHE: - Where are you? How are you doing? How are you?
- …
SHE: - Please, don't keep silence!
- There are no deeds. There is only freedom.
SHE: - … thank you.

- How would you want?
SHE: - Beauty, what a beautiful river…

13 sept 2005
Moscow. Patriarshie ponds.