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There is too much light, we see her and him
as two dark silhouettes whispering. We don't
understand their whispers until...
-Not yet, not yet.
-Everything is between already and not yet.
We hear a few rain drops. The silhouettes start
running barefoot, holding their hands together,
avoiding each rain drop. The rain becomes more
and more intense. They split and run faster and
faster, for not being touched by any rain drop.
They laugh chaotically, while running as fast as
they can. The rain becomes stronger. He watches
her for a second, saving her from a rain drop.
They both laugh. One rain drop touches him
accidentally, he suddenly falls on the ground.
She still runs, until she sees him behind.
She comes back. We hear them breathing very
intensely. The silhouettes are becoming thinner
and thinner. Water is falling through their skin
like they could hide a rain inside, in their own
-Shhh... now let's just sit here and pretend
we are in a haiku.
Silence. We see rain drops falling. So many rain
drops that their faces are not visible anymore. They
don't care anymore, they sit in a slop. The rain drops
fall slower and slower until the rain stops completely.
She catches one rain drop in her hand.
-I wonder if water knows how to swim.
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