A Definition

Fleeting  seconds of pure faceless passion - this is when in the warm season of the year cars are passing under your balcony, and there on the seats you see a woman, whose face you do not see, which in fact does not matter at all. What really matters is exactly what you see: a line of her hands, smooth skin of her legs, knees open, marvellous shapes - and all this wakes up in you a naturally-clear sense of the healthy Desire, full of genuine passion, which depends on none of the national, racial,  political, religious or any other convictions. You see it - and you want it. Not necessarily that you want the one who is sitting in the car, but you just want This. Sometimes it does not even possess, but simply to be co-participant with to This.

And this feeling lasts just a few seconds....