Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Monday, July 13, 2009


A man and a woman. I don't know the name of the city or the street. Or if they are going to a party or to work. As they were walking down the street they didn't look at each other's faces. They would stop in front of the big windows of the stores and look for the reflections. They were too shy to speak, too shy to turn their heads but curiosity was strong enough to keep them walking one beside the other. They were chasing the reflections in the sunglasses of the people walking by, in the mirrors of the cars. They were enjoying the game. It was fun, flirtatious, promising, cheerful, mysterious, seductive.

After some time another person joined them. It was hard to tell the gender or the age. The coat and the hat could've been for men or women, same as the shoes or the jeans. Walking beside them, stopping when they stopped, the stranger became part of the game. Nobody spoke a word, nobody turned to meet face to face, they kept looking for the reflections.
Doubt and jealousy entered the flock of feelings that was flying above them. Flirting, cheerfulness and seduction got tired. Mystery took the lead, fun was hesitant.
What did each one of them try to catch in the reflection? Why did the feelings change?
I guess it will remain a mystery.


zoe said...

you made some changes! and it's beautiful! you're such a good observer of human emotions and interactions...
i love the image, too.

Sylvia said...

I'm so glad to read this wonderful story again here. Your page is a great place to take a deep breath of fresh air!

Vesna said...

Thank you my dear Zoe and Silvia. It is time to write something new now:)