Across the river

I am smoking on the bridge over the river. I feel tired today – about 15 km on foot. Beyond the water on the lawn, two beautiful horses act in spring mood. It is so nice - simple and natural. That is the way the plants bloom - the flowers we innocently admire are in fact their sexual organs.

We know it. We did not realize it.

And art in our land is also prompt and fascinating. I particularly like that such beautiful paintings decorate vessels for everyday use.

They were not intimidated from honestly same-sex couples scenes like this. The drawing is filled with enthusiasm and brush goes lightly and confidently.

Sincerely and genuinely, two medieval ladies use devices and accessories to express their affection. It was a practice between samurai.

And I never liked much this scene of Yoko Ono and John Lennon. Is that Andy Warhol in the middle? I do not want to delve into the internet on the topic. I do not know why it looks so gay, perverse and insincere to me. I really like cloud Yoko Ono - she was great at the Biennale in Venice.

I have to go. For a few more kilometres on foot through the meadows.