Three Graces

..I met Three Graces at a metro car.. tall, well-built girls with rucksacks on their backs and books in their hands.. one black haired, with Emily Brontë’s book in her hand, second was brunette and third, the most beautiful one, green eyed blonde in shorts, perfectly symmetrical statuesque body and a book Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy in a pocket of her rucksack.. I fell in love with her and the black haired one completely… you could see they were part of good people, noble in mind and body.. fruit of their land… I was reading Les âmes qui brûlent and tried not to look to those beauties too much.. how ephemeral is this love from a morning commute… their beauty was reflected from my heart like a ray of light from the Sun rebounds from a black mirror of a telescope orbiting somewhere in the deep space.. at the Central station, I helped them to open the doors, black hair beauty smiled and said “Thank you..” and their charm and loveliness moved away, to enlighten different dark parts of this world, to give impression to different beholders.. to give impression, that where there is a beauty, there is a hope...