Photography

I find myself in a huge space; it looks like a conference room, full of people standing in white robes, chatting animatedly.
I don't know what I'm doing here, so I prefer to stay cautiously apart, just in case Charles Manson showed up and things got complicated.

Suddenly the volume rises and the mass becomes an arrow towards the entrance door, where it turns to a white circle that grows quickly.
Laughter and applause, it seems that the tv preacher has already arrived to start his speech.

We are walking down the street, still some tense.
We hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Suddenly it starts to rain hard and we run to take shelter under a porch.
I don't dare to hold her hand só I reach our improvised refuge first, seeing there how she does it, slowly, almost walking.

I smile at her, so beautiful under a rain that doesn't seem to bother her.
She smiles me back, brushing her wet hair out of one of her impossible blue eyes, as she gets closer.

Narrow streets of the downtown, full as always of tourists.
Suddenly, he starts hugging and kissing everyone.
They all respond to his affection, telling each other how cute he is.
I tell them 'he's magic', and they all nod and repeat the same thing, 'yeah, he's magic'.

I'm trying to keep us afloat in the open sea, because she can't swim and feels sick.
I finally spot our boat far away, so I decide to move us in that direction.

When we got where I thought it should be, I realize that the boat was never there.
Exhausted, sinking, I keep turning my head around looking for it.

- I'm cold.

" A good photograph is knowing where to stand." ( Ansel Adams )
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" It's important to let your subjects be themselves." ( Herb Ritts )
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