blogging is a useful tool for share my useless loving with you…I love you…all of you…my warm regards…I feel I am beloved too, my dear friends, my love friendship…receive the deepest in me…I
as a writer I have nothing to say…loving I feel…my loving is a free amorous sentimental movement…my life is not a property…my body is not of mine…I have no thing and nothing…loving is no purpose…no thinking…no reasoning…countless…no gain…no award…no question…no comprehension…no explanation…no argumentation…no inquiry…no aim…no game…loving is not a loosing game…loving is no give…no receive…no spiritual bargain…no soul negociation…no expectation…no illusion…poverty, I am solitude, I am a beggar…’how many deaths must a man will take / before you can call him a man?’…from a song, a beautiful song…i have nothing to give or receive, just share…just loving…such a wonderful loving, such a wonderful world…we are loving, we are world…love is not a word, love is an invitation to loving…common loving…at the near of yes for the love invitation, in despite of anything, loving is a wonderful world we build daily…we…together trough loving living…no begin…no end
I was looking the sundown in a beautiful winter day…moon arriving…I see also a new star…in between sunlight and moonlight…I asked me, a new star?…perhaps the brilliant venus?…venus, messenger of love…this phrase arised in my soul…not, this star is not venus, that is another star…in between the sun and moon and venus, a new star…I asked me, a new star?…I answered me, yeah, a new star…perhaps the media will notice the dicovery of a new star from an astronomical news…digital and non digital journals will inform this news in this edge of internet of real time notices…perhaps a telescope photo or video…and I keep on working
today I feel living as a dream…facing the death my life seems like a dream…facing the real I feel all no real as illusion, discourse, non sense feelings of living like an abstraction…facing the love I feel wonderful realities…facing the real love, living loving…loving is not a dream…facing the real: loving
my mother passed on yesterday…in a winter beautiful sunset time…still not night…that time when is a day turning a night…nor day nor night…the sun was still in the horizon…the moon was arriving…she was ninety years…I feel me well…I feel she is well…I love my mother…she loves me…loving is share…I keep on my path…loving…living…I feel my loving is a ground for me and for her and for you…I am my solitude…I am the share with you…you are those who I love…and those who loves me…share…I love you world…world is the people…loving is my only crucible…in this winter night I write this writing…your warm feelings turn my house a home…turn my life a loving free movement…a free amorous movement…I have nothing…I don’t have even my life…I have nothing, but share is my loving…share loving is my love loving living…I feel loving is have nothing, no one, nor my life…my life is not of mine…living is perceive and respect that I have nothing…I am my solitude…I am this share with you…now…today, vesperas of another tomorrow…a brand new day…death is not the worst…death in into life…death is my solely real hard to face…I am facing death…I am also facing my death…death is a real…love is more real…loving is accept death, my death…my laudes, my morning pray…vesperas, my almost night pray…Dear Love, I feel so strong the reveries of days gone by…I feel so strong the hope that is tomorrow…future is something that I face…death is in the future…my death…from birth to this somewhere in time when is not day still and is not already night…living is my loving…my love loving…my solitude…my friendsdhip and the love friendship i receive from you…I am our share…share is loving…loving has no begin nor end…my endless love…my endless loving…even after my last goodbye, loving remains…as a real fragrance of loving realities…my dear mother, my last goodbye, I love you so much…my mother, you love me so much and my mother, my gratitude and kindness cause loving is also the last goodbye and loving is at the same time no fareweel, no goodbye…as a pause between musical notes…the silence between my words in this writing…a pause, a silence, a silence loving, a silence healing…my mother, loving never dies…my father, loving never dies…my friends, dear friends, living seems a dream, but living is a lovely mistery…my dear mother, I love you always…I am my loving free amorous solitude, with you…our common loving dear friends…loving seems what I have to do, just loving, almost nothing, almost everything…this writing is for you
where I live is winter…in my short walkings i see the autumn leaves on the streets and on the floor of avenues and some leaves in the trees…like reveries of past…like wills of future…like pieces of hope and confidence in the movement of living…vesperas of winter, vesperas of future…facing the future is facing the real, but future features also good things, also…the sun light in autumn is in a colorful of some transcendence…I realized in a moment the autumn of my life…simple, difficult, but living is leaving some things and welcome another…I pray also for a winter warmness…my life leaves, my life seasons…the real
cause loving is share…no giving, no receiving, but share…instants, sentiments, emotions, suffering, woes…uppermost is share an instant…in the instant stay loving, stand loving, sharing hope, sharing the now…uppermost loving is not loneliness…I am not a solely person in life…I am not the only one survivor in the world, cause of you…we love…nor me, nor you, world…so, I hear when I say or write ‘l love’ that the truth…and i don’t know what is truth…the truth is that I say also ‘we love’…this we is a loving manifestation…loving encompasses all limits, all reasoning…loving is perception and sentiment…always we, never I
it seems close to meditation…it seems close to contemplation…it seems close to silence…loving I feel in this way…out of time…out of distance…no words…a feeling of closeness and a sense and perception that I love and that I am beloved…loving is a kind connection…person to person…persons to persons…in daily life I need to use the words, but loving is far away words…even when I say ‘I love you’ these words are only a piece of this big sentiment…even when I read or hear that I am beloved, the words are always an incomplete tool to express my loving…even in art, when I feel the music I play, loving is the instant I share goodness, confidence, faith, concrete gesture, like a pray…I feel loving as share what the words can not get…as share is you and I…me and you…you are who reads this writing…you are all the people I love…the sense ‘I love’ is a concrete one…the sense I am beloved is a sense and a concrete one…so concrete that the words are only bricks and tools…loving is some flash movement of free amorous living…in my solitude, silence is another solitude…loving seems two solitudes or more…loving is a perception of mutual loving
in such a way loving is a free movement…love is the ground…loving seems invisible…loving requires a hard work…loving is close to faith…confidence…human goodness…these invisible dimensions of human beings…is work cause somehow loving is a building bridge in between me and you…a bridge where we date in the middle…I can not show love…untouchable, but sensible…not a thing, but a concrete kind gesture…in the movement, loving…I feel loving as also a silent healing for the woes…living may be a wonderful enterprise…toghether through life…invisible as my skin, my deepest me
my life?…life, life is not of mine…life is not a property…as love…love is not of mine…and loving, my loving, comes from we…me, you, and I must write: God. Dear Lord, Dear God, Dear Love, please let me be a loving one…I am begging that I want to keep going the loving path…despite the pain, the blue, the suffering, doubts, reasonings and understanding’s trial…let me only feel loving…I perceive loving…seems goodness…seems transcendence…and more…peace, freedom, confidence in goodness…confidence in the future building…perception that I am solitude…I am my solitude, but I am not alone…I can love…I am loved…I have nothing to give…I want receive nothing…I need to keep feeling loving presence…loving as my ground…loving as the ground of each human being…and, God, I pray: help me to feep confident in my loving…in people loving…in human goodness…in goodness…from my deep blue and woes, please, keep me in touch with loving…even facing bad things, love remains as my only viable crucible…help me to accept what is…help me to do what I have to do…with joy, with confidence…and reach what I can not…do what I can not…cure what I can not…I am a beggar, I love you
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