Just one

Recently, I have been seeing plenty of beauty around. I see beautiful movies, beautiful women, beautiful men, beautiful leaves on the trees. Who knows, maybe it's what is called Indian Summer? A last, fragile warmth of the late summer, when you still keep breathing touching the gentle air with your lips, it's what you have been ever wanted, your impossible dream, your gone August, your run-away fantasy... These days, you start to feel so special. You're overwhelmed with the feeling that some unbearable beauty is everywhere around you, it runs right through you, floating under your feet, flowing over your head, takes you away... Today an old friend came to visit me, and he's so usual, but even he is so beautiful. And so are women in the streets, early Moscow autumn Madonnas, wearing light smiles on their faces, bitter-sweet... They does not laugh out loud as they did as they were laying on the beach in summer, they just smile quietly, and men walking past her answer with the same smile, a little bit more confused. Girl, I don't pretend to anything, just notice me in the middle of the crowd, give me your magic smile. Hold on for a second, bestow a smile. Just one.