Trafika Europe 13 - Russian Ballet

Alexander Ulanov

the lake, the heavy drops hopping above its surface. All of this is transient – if you get soaked, just so you will dry out – this water is momentary. Do you climb into the lake to add to it? Time. Fall rain, that will never end, well, let it not end – the room, a lamp, a book, slices of chocolate torte, you are here. Touching. The St. Petersburg rains, they are so numerous, if so much water is below, it must occasionally end up above also. And then it returns, closing shut the city’s shell, rinsing out the cobbled nonsense in the head, not allowing one to forget that which he has never seen. A text. Water, touching. And – living, separate seconds. To live – is to be in the rain. _____

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