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Month: December, 2012

love plaisir, love jouissance

back up to home…the world of love…I was coming home and looking the sky I noticed the beautiful full moon…light blinking, love glowing, sparkling moonlight…full moon, pregnant of a new year…we can meet each other watching to the moon…our wishes touch each one at moonlight…the languages of love…the languages…love is one as i can experience love…this fragmented writing is an effort to write from love…some mixed impressions…I can sense love plaisir…and this french word is hard to translate…anyway is related to pleasure…to please everytime, everywhere…also related to this cultural built named ego, a word to designate the immediate, the flash instant…love jouissance is other one, is related to the break of ego walls, walls of fear and woes, pleasure and pain…love jouissance is a transcendental one, a free and rebellious love movement, an effect of loving that is beyond ego boundaries…the mine and the yours…the opportunity of a love surrender, sweet surrender, and the reach and build of a sweet solitude…perhaps we are two solitudes…perhaps we can be one sweet solitude, or two solitudes…i feel as one solitude, we…nor I neither you, we…we and yonder…the yonder horizon of freedom, the widing road of the experience of love…it’s not only imagination, but love…the beauty of full moon is inside myself too…the beauty of a full moon night is inside ourselves…I can write from me, and this I is related to you…this I lies on we…I can write from we…I can not write from you, but I can sense you, I can sense we…jouissance is that one love within us…far away a strictly relationship, but a shared love…a shared full moon night…full of our wishes…full of our dreams…becoming, slowly, true…somehow, truth is a love manifestation…as the beautiful full moon is plenty of beauty…this is a fragmented and awkward writing, and a writing closer to a manuscript, when my hands and fingers are more than mine…hold my hands and my whole life too…we can hold our hands and walk talking to the moon our best wishes…we can go on in good stand…time countless, and keep on going on an endless road…even when I can not watch the moon, the moon is inside oursleves…full of hope…full of plaisir, full of jouissance…we are never alone…now and ever, more than ever…love shynning ahead…ringing loudly lovely music…turning on sparkling light love glowing everywhere, everytime, to all of us…I don’t know what love is…we have nothing, but love…just alive in

new year, just one day before

today is just one day before the new year…futures…emotions in the air…sentiments in the heart…wishes everywhere…best wishes…I welcome the next year…trustful in human goodness, trustful in good times…trustful in the effort of building a happy new year…somehow a challenge…utmost an opportunity…to rebuilding, reinventing, this newness…good news, bad news, always an opportunity for living better…imagination is in the air, and the new year arriving, this year departure…new year, two words…we wish a happy new year…six words…we, one word…we, not only I…what about myself!…this I, and you, we…this I does exist with you…without you, what am I?…without you, what about the next year…a time period…a shared work…I can sense time, I don’t know about time…I don’t know about futures…I can only build with you a good new year…but I sense time, as I feel love…I don’t know about where are we…but I sense we are the world built…new year, new world…today is closer to a brand new day, tomorrow a brand new years passage…lights, songs, people wishing good thing…the wish is a work, a building, a labour…a labor…a desire…good will…tonight is gonna be a good night…I wish…a happy night…I wish…and tomorrow, just before midnight, we build the happiness of another year…new year get up…and i can inhabit with you our sailing boat, our air craft…longing the time flow, facing the real things, creating sweet realities…everyday is a brand new year, a brand new world…we can stay close, sensing this way…I can imagine a road…you too…we can keep going on together…lovely…trustful…working…beyond imagination…the right road, the right measure…the lovely measure beyond imagination and the realities…the widing road, the fairy nights…and days…yesterday night the full moon was full of hope, and me too…today the full moon is plenty of love…me too…tomorrow the full moon sparks jouyous  song, love ringing, a sweet music…for celebration…for just staying alive pleasing another brand new future…hope…help…always loveliness…you can watch to to full moon…I will watch….soft tiny cotton clouds in a fairy fullmoon night…if you watch to the moon and make a wish of a happy new year…you can find me near the moon, close to you…I am always with you, so we can sense the plenty news midwifery minute before midnight…before a brand new world…before a new year…our wish meet each other in the moonlight sky…lovers, me and you can keep on the go…I am not only I, but love shared…together…we can fly…we can build…fairy nights…we can sense each other…we can sense alive, and sing and dance a full welcome party at the world…welcome new year…welcome you, always…lovely…peaceful…we

blog, one year of a lovely experience

so it’s birthday party at my blog…one year passed…back to december2011…with awkward movements of my fingers I began my blog writing…a writer practice blog…bloging is still a new experience…somehow underestimated…I could not imagine the importance of writing and placing here my emotions, sentiments, some thinking…this so worth opportunity to share a lot of myself and my life…what is most remarkable is the meeting with you, people…with you, world…I found in my road so lovely persons…just so dear friends…also, the possibility of dialogue, the main core of this my blog work…the possibility of true togetherness…I receive the comments with joy…I place some comment too…commentary is somehow the blog drive, because bloging is writing, editing and publishing at same time…and this is a new and wonderful experience…I am a writer in old fashion…I come from a time when there was not cell phone nor internet…I come from a time when I published in traditional way…time passes…world changes…and digital device permit me to dialogue with you…as a writer I write for you…you can read my writings…you can notice what I can not…I don’t know exactly what is art and literature…but I sense that writing and publishing, here, consolidate my writer path till now…I am a better writer, if I can write this way, because my writings…myself…is touched for you…I found, utmost, friends…and friends are my family too…friendship is a true gift…I hope I can keep writing…sharing with you the time…love…kindness…sentiment…and keep on building the work of a writer, art and literature…I guess I am a fiction writer…and fiction is a way to support realities…good or bad realities…in a comment I’ve read how to do a professional blog…I sense the artist is not a profession somehow…is not a job, but a lovely work and labour…to all friends and people that visit the blog and place a comment, the blog is our common endeavor…without you my writings are only a collection of words…friendship, my true gift at this point…of my blog…of my life…living is good will and work…the building of a brand new world every morning…every night…at every sunset…at every sundown…friendship is love blowing within us…I hope the youth people can discover also the blog work…and sure, bloging is a wonderful and lovely experience for any people, in any age…human voicing, dialogue…such a sweet trust in human goodness…and goodness I feel within friends…I feel within us…I feel in the world…friends are not only a word, but a lovely experience…I hope stay working here and keep going…light blinking…love aheat…keep going further…we are together…bloging is very helpful for art…and art is love expression…somehow I can write I’ve made of love, joy, words and books…beyond words, love blinking and blowing everywhere…it is a wish…and my wishes come true…not all of them…living is a lovely experience and this my blog another home, stay aline in…please everytime…please everywhere…we can go on free…a sentimental amorous free way…love frees and loosens, good things!. My true gift is friendship, here and everywhere in such a wonderful world…remebering L Armstrong song…the sound of future, the song of friendship, the nest of love

years shuffle

and time passage…days, months, years…another year departure…another year arrival…réveillon…light glowing…a party at the world…songs…sounds of news…wish of good things…health…joy…work…enjoyment of living…in despite of all, near years shuffle…the wishes…the choices…the projects…the futures, reinvention and building…bricks of help and love…hope and togetherness…one world…one future…much love…much work…a matter of seeding…a matter of harvest…a matter of facing new horizons…new times…new places…on year’s shuffle, my soul is trustful…a matter of chance too…a matter of choice sure…what lies before…what lies behind…the remaining love within us…futures…perspectives…emotions…sentients…resolutions…comittments…the happiness of the new year is some how luck, utmost building, construction…architeture of empty and lovely spaces…back home…back up home, sweet home…and our home is the world…and my home are the words too…and this loveliness within us…me and you…the shuffle is not a card issue…some arrangemet I shall do to place me in time…and space…I keep going on trusful and confident into future stations, seasons, good news, bad news…once more the beauty and well being is a good measure in between imagination and realities…so, facing the real things, rocking them and rolling on joyous realities…the happy new year is utmost inside myself…tha happiness is utmost inside myself…and with you we can go on on board…respect for the past…trust in future…we can make the world a home and share everynight together…share everyday together…some many way to stay together…my home is the love I feel…the love I sense…the love I share…the love I receive…I love…I am loved…such a great one…next year, lot of work…a the rescue of human goodness, innocence and joy…I have nothing, but love…happiness in next year, a choice, an ongoing and contant work of good will and love…for best wishes come true…soon as possible…love ringing loudly…the future toad…a widing road…a lovely road…just before next year, just before the magical midnight that bound yesterday from tomorrow, past from future, last year, near future

imperfection

as the night of Christmas I hope good for every people…I sense also some blue, some holiday blue…but I choose joy…holidays blue is so important to feel as joy…blue and joy make good partnership…as rivers flowing to the ocean that refuses no river: love…my happy night was happy…deep blue…true joy…true sensing that I love…true sensing that I am loved…love is a shared sentiment…I don’t know what love is, I feel  love…you can feel too, we can feel together…love is a shared experience…i love so many people… and I am loved too…it’s a hard work, however, to love…utmost when we are adults…but adults are children that grown up…I builded a happy night and i place that every and each night may be good…at hard times…at happy times…even when bad news arrive…and when good new arrive…I must write that in despite of all, to love and sense joy is a choice…i have my deep woes and missing…I miss so dear people…I miss my mother, and my father…but missing is a serene sentiment…it’s an elaboration of lost…love frees and loosens even tracked pieces of blue and deep pain…love is a shared experience…when adults we must face hard and painful realities…and sense the joy of staying alive, pleasing everywhere…love is our common ground, I just alive in and please anytime…with you…if not this way, if not with you…love is only a word…and love is imperfection…someway I guess I can live my life better, but my life is imperfection…my life is not a perfect one…and life and love are boundaries of an imperfected common ground…common bread…when I could feel love as imperfection, I could sense the joy of love, the free sentiment love is…love is so close to freedom, trust, joy, kindness, honesty, sincerity, good will, care, good dreams, hard work, mercy…and love is imperfection…perhaps I can write that if and when I can accept the invitation to love…with you…and with my nearest loved ones…the people i love so much…and whose love me, love is always a free sentiment and joyous road…if love is presented as illusion and idealization, it’s up we only find frustration…joy and love are somehow the right measure in between imagination and realities, imagination and the real…rocking and rolling the real we can create lovely and not so fairily realities…realities that present imperfection, but love…I have nothing, but love…this soft linkage of imagination and realities, the work of love…i can face frustration and privation…I can not stay with all people I want…I am so close to lovely people…and shared love…some indefinite point in between aloneness and intimacy…love is not a matter of luck…if we want to build a perfect night, tonight it’s gonna be a good night…because a perfect night does not exist in my life…I sense the nights as invitations to share and give nothing, but love…sharing the imperfection of love…it’s a widing road…love is ahead…I can listen love blowing…and the lights blinking acroos any lovely road…love is imperfection, as in my lovely experience…don’t forget, I am only a fiction writer…and fiction is what the human being do to support hard realities…I do good fiction…from human goodness…now and ever…keeping me on the road…some awkward road, but lovely road…when perfection falls facing real bad things, painful things, illusion and solely imagination…imperfected love is shynning near us and inviting for a good life, a good flow…imperfected love is blowing everywhere inside us…together we can listen the love whistle…the love glowing…ever…night after night…in a endless and lovely road…love is not a concept nor a word, but a lovely peaceful and free sentiment of being love itself…just imperfection we can share…the beauty of love is the right measure in between imagination and real daily life…always a creative endeavor may be…daily life…brand new days…brand new nights…brand new world, just for a lovely share…it’s just my way to sense and keep going on on the lovely road…you build your way…we can go on trustful…love ahead…ringing loudly

every night can be a good night

tonight may be a good night, a light night, a sparklining night, a lovely night, a Happy Christmas night and it is…every night, night after night, day after day, and night after night, but tonight, may be a good night…in despite of all, because the goodness is also a personal work upon myself…a common task of ourselves…in despite of all tonight is an invitation to all of us to express in full fraternity and joy…shared joy…and tonight is the result of this task, for myself, for your self, to ourselves…tonight is a shared construction of an empty space, as architetute do, to be supplied and feeding with love, joy and honesty…a form to express the true commitment regarding the life and it’s expressions…this empty space can be a place to sense joy, to stay together, to share the work of building any day and the future…another new year is arriving, and I say goodbye to the present  year…with the pain and with the joy I sensed…trust and joyuos labour each and every night is…a work to be done with honest good wil, sincere good wil…sincerity requires great elaboration…but emotional honesty if I can express this way, is also a lovely dimension of the human being when shared and the lenght in between fiction and realities is beauty, loveliness, trust in human goodness, sensing each night as another opportunity to face the real creating lovely and joy realities…each night can be  a fairynight when fiction and the real things share a desired measure of emotions, sentiments and love…love is always one…beyond night and day, beyond moon and sun, some space of peace and joy, the expression of love…each night is an invitation, not a challenge, an invitation to share love and life…no matter the night, a wonderful and lovely night is always a choice…a good night can be even when in hard times, or sad times…love and joy is a matter of choice and a work to be done every hour of a life…anynight may be a goodnight…some fiction, surely a daily work…work of care and built of a good world…the future is utmost a matter of good will work and effort…I may write it’s a long road, a builded road…surely a common road for please and just alive in…love blowing ahead…tonight and everynight  is an invitation to build lovely spaces and share the party…share bad or good news…and keep a   loving living road, trust in human goodness also ahead…may be a lovely road…the goodness in the night is inside me…inside you…we can keep going on…longing to the lovely road…listening the love blowing,  sensing love gifts

the tempest: six months later

so, time passage…the tempest arrived six months later, but I sense if it came yesterday…the great tempest that put troubles in my house and in myself…while I write I watch the nowadays arrangement…some little changes I did like rearranging the hills of books, CDs, papers, handwritings, clipings of newspapers, calendars, souvenirs, little objects, trinkets of all sort, knicknacks, some photos, paintures, flowers in the little garden…blossom at summertime…gifts, postalcards, writings, and the light spot in the corner I ‘ve guess was the more secure in the universe…I watch also a little tree with all sort of colors…blue, red, green, yellow…sweet glowing at sunlight noonday…the sun is up in sky and the moon is arriving…yesterday was spring, today is summer…hot days…I also watch a dove over a roof in neighborhood built roof…under a shadow corner…the dove walk a little bit, sit down carefully…there’s must be hot there too…some other birds try short flies…a couple of birds builded a house in my window chamber…since the winter season…they sing loudly and try longer mellow flyings…till a big tree also near the window…spring departure with rainny two days…summer arrival at a friday windful week…today is saturday, and a holiday weekend invites for parties…the city is quiet and i almost can listen the silence…I played some wandering jazz in my acoustic old piano…the improvisation was upon ‘take five’…and ‘solitude’…some interpretation, but I sensed a improvisation somehow very different…somehow joyous…the blue note supporting minor scales trials…I played softly any key…melody, rhythm, harmony…after more than one hour I stop the improvisation letting go loudly the last note, sun…G key in music notation…the tempest bringed more melody…more sweetness…the blue note ring loudly and I let it go with the winds..inhabiting my joy and my hope…listening the blowing winds…wind was a compannion in this summer day…and I listen the invitation for a world party…a party at the world…each day the world begins…and the song flying in the wind reach all people…each day the world begins…the tempest does not touched what lies within us…and love goes ahead…the long run…the longing to the long and lovely road…it’s a wonderful world…we are the world…we build the world each day…in each morning I sense a brand new world…without you, why shall I write?…I am not alone with you…I don’t know about you…I can not write what you want or need to write or say or exprees in a free way…we are not alone…I may be alone, you too…we never stay alone…I can feel my deep and sweet solitude, to share with you…we are never alone…we have nothing, but love…longing to the lovely road, we can keep on going trustful…love is ahead…love is within us…and during the tempest, love blinks all time…we can keep on going trustful on the road…hard road…sweet road…we can build the road…and keep on going…love remains, love is ahead…love glowing, light blinking, life to please anywhere…just stay us alive in…in the highway…in the free way…in the amorous way…always…after the tempest, a brand new road…we are lovers…so, keep on living…let’s go free and joyful…the road is with us…in each daily trial…good will…brand new good world…we are the world…if i sense a begining of the world in each morning, I do not see any end…love is within us…more than ever…lasting for ever…we can go together…no matter the road…we build the world…each day…day after day…night after night…tempest after tempest…breeze after breeze…more than ever…year after year…till an endless time…together we can sing…and dance…and love…love to love…but, with you…we are sensing the love within us…love is not a word…love is a wonderful experience for me…and I am with you

the true gift

holidays are special days although somehow hard to attend in full…holidays blue…holidays joy…blue for painful remembrances, joy for the openess to life…blue because I can not stay like in my childhood…I miss my father, my mother and other so lovely ones…it’s not a mattter of belief in Christmas or joyous new year, but trust in love working…the work of love builds bridges, builts for stay for a while, stay for some time, inhabits as a home, appreciate as a house, just stay alive in as any city shall be…builts for just living in peace…walking at the shoppingcenter I sense the joy in any child, and some adults too…I sense a sense of a big family…there’s some sweet agitation and excitment…also some blue…I sense a speed walk to buy…and I also do my purchases, however, the most important gift is love…money can not buy love…money can not buy emotional honesty…money can not buy fraternity…money can not buy anything really worthy for living: love…where is love?…even if I place that love lives in tne intention of gift, the real wished gift is love… love to love, the supreme courage, the only one gift…and the distance in between illusion and the true gift make the taste of the celebration…I can not give another gift if not in some form of love heart package…the true gift brings joy, simple joy, common share of living…the true gift is always a good surprise…is what keep me going in the long road…or short road…I can not measure road anymore…sometime long…sometime short…I can notice I am on the road, in the highway…where is the love?…when love does occur?…these two dimensions are bricks of a broader living perception…I sense that life is not short nor long, and a so dear friend remember this one…life is time countless…life does occur everywhere…my holidays are full of blue and joy…and any true gift makes me grateful…my so dear friends are also my family…without you, no light blinking…no happy night…and you may stay everywhere, I am always with you…without you, my writings are only a disconnected collection of words…I search for phrases to express better, but my awkward writing trial is enough, my awkward writing trial is a trail to not waste any instant with you…I can be alone…I can not write about you, but we are not alone, we are never alone. we go together through life…togetherness is true gift…we can please anywhere, just staying alive in…the true gift is free of charge…is free…not cost expensive…the true gift frees and loosens…any night is a brand new night, a brand new time…just for love…it’s a widing road, a road rooted in togetherness…any night is a happy night, we can choose this way…always

trustful in human goodness

when all is fallen, love remains…I feel deep pain…when bad news arrive it’s vital keep trusting in human goodness…I feel deep concern related to the bad news of a tragedy at Connecticut…children were shooted at school…these tragedies put me down, broke my heart, but I must stay trustful in human goodness…children all over the world require care, and respect, and be loved, sincerely loved, honestly loved…I could not fall asleep this night if not writing this message for all the children of the world…for all the families of the world…for all people in the world…when a tragedy does occur I stand on keeping trusting in human goodness…it’s a hard task…but love is also supreme courage…love remains in despite of all…I want any child, any family, any people…receive my love, my pray, my tears of sadness…utmost, my tears of help…my single gesture of help…holding our hands and letting love guide us…Dear Lord, sweet love, we must help each other…hold my hands, hold my whole life too…the rescue of innocence, each child is love expression…I am only a child that grown up…you too…we can build a better world…we can build a lovely world…beyond sadness, keep loving…this is a so personal message to any people sensing deep wounds…love is healing…love is keep on the road…it’s a hard way, but I am trustful in human goodness…I am only a child that grown up…I received care, love, tenderness…I share all this with the world, this world builded with bricks of help…this world that requires care…any lost I feel, I try to make a step against non sense and I share this writing message…I share my hand, my soul…my hope…my good will, my best wishes…let’s staying trustful…we can build a better world…innocence is the realm of human goodness…let’s share trust…it’s a hard way…a long highway…love is always ahead…love never stop blinking

holidays blues

it’s somewhat hard to express…I feel deep blue related utmost to Christmas and new year arrival…watching television or listening to radio, I get in blue while simply hearing holidays pieces of messages and slogans and propagandas…some musical pieces…I sense deep emotions, deep blues…some tears droping, drying by itself…when I was a child I loved these events…the tree arrangement, the light blinking, the awaiting for the wished gifts…Christmas celebration push me to my childhood, and perhaps I would like still to sense this party as I experienced in my early years…one of the oldest memories is the arrangement of the tree…a family event…and réveillon perhaps put me down in blue because in between the last this year second and the next year second…just one second…on this second in the réveillon I feel me pertaining to no time, no year, out of time, out of hour clock…in between what lasts before and what lasts after…nor this year nor the next year…on this second clock time I sense i am out of time…I don’t know what time is…also I feel me out of place…somewhere in no time…time passage…one year is ending, another year is just near birth…this one second I sense as a midwife…this one second is neither one of the two years…I am searching for the right words…I am searching for the phrases…to write this holidays blue…I sense gratitude for being here…just alive in…it’s a long road…I also sense a deep missing…I sense my so painful losts…I feel me older…and be an old man is also be capable to support losts…all sort of losts…the most important, however, is stay close to my path…keeping me on the track…my human perception can not notice more than this experience narrative…behind this one  last second that bounds one year from another, some look, no regret trial, the effort of letting go…after this one last second, the first one second of the next year…I welcome the next year, but no so much than an honest welcome…only time passage show the new year…new efforts…new challenges…new opportunities…also the danger…the surprises…good or bad news…I keep going on the road…some fear…much joy…much work…good will and love…love blinking in skies…hope blinking in my heart…with you…without you, no help…I write also for you…without you, my writing is worthless…such a hard road, such a long and widing way…the highway…watching light blinking in skies…love blowing in my heart…I hope in our soul…in every people in the world…this is my celebration: I am not alone…and I just alive in…a highhway…longing to a surrender love road…with you…more than ever