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Month: July, 2013

daydreams?

I don’t know exactly what’s reality check…do you?,…the reality is always wearing a veil…a golden veil at dawns…a golden and pink straights of veil at sundown time…the daylight fade…the nightlight brighting…the blinking stars…the sparkling silvery moon night…even when the moon is new moon…the silvery light of the night is my compass…to keep on… on my own pace…on the loving road…a dream?,…I guess its just the feeling of being alive…and the perception beyond reality check…the veil reveals…us…our common one love…the solely real love…rocking the real…to create wonderful realities…and realities check is a vanished purpose…just feeling is enough…to love

she is wearing a veil

the reality is wearing a veil…as the long veil of a full moon night reflection on an ocean surface…I like good mystery…the veil motion presents me some times…some perceptions…and all perceptions are one…one love…one feeling…but I can see and sense a bit behind the veil…one love…the feeling of love…sometimes…the love itself…we

today, sunday morning

it seems I can’t figure out what’s real today…as does occur everyday, but today…such a lovely sunday…so propitious to all sincere friendship and loving relationship…I sense harmony…a wonderful harmony with life…and all beloved ones…all peoples in the world…my will to share love with you…you are the world…you are my beloved ones…as the sun and the moon dancing and endless dance…we dance all through the futures…that will…that need…to share the love with…I can’t figure out what’s real…the realities are wearing a lovely veil…she is wearing a lovely veil of real love…love, the solely real

Copacabana

near the sea…near the ocean…the ocean that refuses no river…ecce hoomo…peoples celebrating a world date…to remind the one love each one leads inside the heart, the soul, the spirit…togetherness and in peace…a miracle…each bit of time I can sense and enjoy in full…miracle?, perhaps…one love…real love…I feel love as a peception of one love…our common love…such a joyous party!…the miracle of being human beings, and together share joy, trust, hope, work, love…one love…that love near the hand…of each one…so simple…a wonderful surrender…peoples dancing…chanting…the perception of each bit of miracle that the common daily living is…charity never fails

a sunny sunday

although it’s winter…the impatience of spring is noticed…in the blue sky…in the lovely heaven…in the few clouds that seems cotton blowing…everyday…but today…is a day for romance, poetry, tenderness…to stay with loved ones…there’s so many ways to stay together…love is out of time and space…a sunny day to enjoy simplicity…the easygoing of the loveliness…a friday…oops!, a free day, as everyday must be

dancing all through the night

and after my piano playing I take a lovely trip…the song of the snujs always is beautiful and beauty is another parfum note of love…me and she danced by night, that sweet night of this saturday dawn…golden dawn… and nightly dancing…the moonlight shinning silvery sentiments of togetherness… we were dancing out of time and place…she dances soft and steady…and sensing her hips, her waist, her breathing motion, her belly, her navel…the navel of the night lead us within it

so frosty week

july…winter…and today, saturday, today is a shinny and warm day…the heaven is blue…no clouds at horizon…my warm blanket is some writings and readings…some sounds and songs…yesterday, by night…such an open night!…I sit down in front of my acoustic piano and I played randomly some few keyboards…for some minutes…after a while I was hearing the sounds of the city, the sounds of the night…peoples in the street…the neighbors sounds…sounds of houses and home…that sweet home I listened in an instant…at a glance…from the old piano…my hands were playing a sweet lullaby…the endless lullaby of each effort to make art…and for a while…in a sweet ritornato…for a countless time…less than an hour…my hands touching the keyboard…touching reveries…touching the out of time and place of love…one love…so lovely lullaby…at the final note…an endless sounding sent to all skies, worlds and peoples…beloved ones!,…at some improvision time…a sensing of ecce hommo…so human…so body…so soul…so spirit…that improvision I’ve named ‘one love’…and all lulabies are lovely too…sending this one love…in the sounds of the musical notes…the last note was a sweet and steady and endless music to you…the ever lullaby of art

me?, a blogger?

I don’t know…perhaps one of the few perceptions is that here I can tell a fairy tale, but each day I wake up I feel I wake up in a dream…daydream, nightdream…a dream in relation to which I’m not the author…I’m the author of few things…I’m the author of my choices…and my ever choice is joy, the most strong parfum of love…love is feeling…no explanation…no reasoning…just a feeling, and nothing more to understand, but just feel…I just feel love…one love…our common love…our common share of loveliness…that’s my experience…one love, and no explanation…I don’t write about love…I try to share one love…am I a blogger?, it does not matter…a dreamer?…a writer…writing my impressions of keep on going on through the loving road…I’m a lover…roll on, loving road…and lead me within

not to shelve

not to put in shelf what I write is a matter of choice…I turn on back to this blog to publish the writings…my writings…this mine does not carry on any egoism…or self praise…in fact, writing is a work…frequently a hard labor…as is a farmyard…but after reading…it seems that collection of words a restful garden…wandering writing…free writing…free verse…sometimes a mess of words and leaves of pages…but mess is so human!,…imperfection…if I think a bit more…I would put in the shelves all mess and written pages, but I feel…ecce hommo

time, timers

this past week I wrote off line…so strange!, but its the traditional way of writing…but I didn’t write with a blade of grass…I wrote with an ink pen…the soothing and soft movement of the hand…the tiny sound of the words and phrases on a page of my book of notes…in fact a collection of pages…that sound send me all time the vivid writing…writing for me?, sure…writing for you, dear reader, sure!,but utmost writing because its a need for me…and the after time of reading what I’ve wrote…resend me a sense of doing my work, this work of writing…and I don’t think so much why do I write…to express myself…to sense myself…to break the deep silence…intemitent silence…to face non sense…to face tough ones and hard things…to save some joy instants also through writing…to save my trust and gratitude…my trust in human goodness…to write down memoirs…to sew with words and phrases a warm blanket to face so frosty winter…some sad ones…some bad news…to save through the sound of the moving blade a lovely high spirit of joy inside me…and I came back to the blog…this so new old digital receipt of receiving freely each word thrown off…in each word a piece of me…body…soul…high spirit of ever joy…but if I think a little more…I don’t write…the first words are always the hard to read