PROSPEKT MOSCOW / LA GATA
The Sky is grey, it looks like rain, I’ve been walking for hours under the grey sky…..
I’ve been looking for you for hours on this July day.
The last stop of the Metro is still a long way away, there’s no bus to get you there, all I can do is walk along the Mkad.
I feel you getting closer now, I feel closer now.
It’ll be your last still, it’ll be your last polaroid.
I keep on walking, it starts to rain…
I half close my damp eyes, damp from the rain…
I’m here, I buy you some flowers.
I’m afraid to ask where you are, my fear of people has almost taken over…
It stops raining, a surreal silence envelops me, interrupted only by the rustle of the leaves in the wind.
I search for you, one after the other, hundreds of them, I am afraid I won’t find you.
One after the other, hundreds of them, I finally see you, my heart is pounding, I expected…I don’t know what I expected.
I’m not sure, I get closer, I see your eyes, I sit beside you and beside your eyes I set down the yellow roses.
I whisper to you… a few yards away the people dressed in black don’t see us, none of them see us.
I hardly know you, I don’t know if you feel like smoking, I don’t know if you have ever smoked, today you do.
Today I am here,
Today you’re not alone…
I hardly know you, I smoke, you smoke.
I half close my damp eyes, damp from the tears…
A few yards away the people dressed in black don’t see us, none of them see us.
dedicated to Anna Politkovskaja
moscow 2006-2008, POLAROID…