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Illusion quintessence

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  Illusion quintessence
  
  July 13 2003
  
  
   It happened one afternoon. I found myself on the shore of a huge ocean with one guy and his friends... That was one of those blessed days together forever wherever whenever, just one of those blessed days. And I felt the pink fluffy clouds around me... fluffy puffy clouds landed on my eyes, on my tongue I felt their sweet flavor, in my ears - bells’re ringing...
  That afternoon the sun was also in clouds, but they were thick and gray, and there were no way for the sun rays to penetrate through them in order to reach the water-land...what could I do with that - nothing, just peering up at the sky without sunglasses and watching graceful white sea-gulls meanwhile...

Куда идти?

  It turned out to be a lot of fun doing that and running in freezing water like a wild kid, like a mermaid who dances in spite of pain. I cognized the happiness of being happy and free, free from anything towards something or someone, even free from myself... I’ve never forgot that afternoon. The only thing I was sorry about was that I was alone in my happiness and I couldn’t understand why that guy didn’t want to run in the water with me... he seemed to be very preoccupied with his friends, coming along with us. But that’s not a big deal.
  
  In the evening after a good dinner we went up to the house. I was tired and wanted to go upstairs to sleep and make love. But they were not, so they began to tell each other horror stories from mortuary. Of course, they were not tired - they didn’t give a pint of their energy to the ocean. But I really didn’t care about those stories, they seemed to me very cruel and disgusting and I’d have better gone upstairs to sleep. But the man was alive and deeply involved in that conversation, so I didn’t dare spoil him the evening, because I cared about him, like I cared about the ocean. In a while we were in each other’s hands fast asleep and lost for each other.
  
  Then came a pink early morning and we went to the ocean again. It was different, all in sun sparkles and merry waves, but still heart -captivated. But in spite of the bright sun the water was still freezing and I didn’t managed to get in. Instead I threw myself on the sand and pretended to be a jellyfish. Do you know the pleasure of being in a hot tub: first, you feel a bit of formication going through your body, then just a wild soft pleasure of blissful weightlessness and that’s it! After a few minutes of standstill I began to move slowly, caressing the sands with my hands and making slow movements with my legs...wow! Suddenly a few drops of cold water burned my tummy. Of course, I knew who was this villain, spoiling my pleasurable meditation, but I was not angry with him, because he was whom I adored. I waited till he would be close enough to catch him by his leg...then I darted off the sand and rushed after him into a cold water ... gee, can you feel it?! The next moment I found myself in the car droving away from the ocean and from my pink fluffy clouds. I didn’t regret much, because I knew I would be there one afternoon again, though it would be a different story...

Looking forward and backward

Smiling movements and jumping

Wish to go out from here

Wish to do it fast

Can you be a bit sweet?

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