a day, a life

by walterdoege

as a writer I could tell a story, but a story is longer than a day…longer than a life, my life…my life so short!…the art so long!…as a writer I have nothing to say. so I write…as a need…my love is useless…an airplane can tracks bombs or food…a car may track bombs or remedies…the human being is useless….the human being is love…far away from conscious perception and from commom sense…I sate this…a slave…a slave is still human being but useful…and such a miracle!… a slave may run away and feel free being free to choice…free will and destiny: a double movement…a human being is not useful…a human being is useless because of love…a slave is a human being turned an object…a human being is not an object…a human being is not a property…the human being is like an angel of one wing…I need you for flying…with me…with my useless love …with my solitude…a sweet flying…free for cry…free for smile…love and freedom roads toghether…I invite you…let’s go toghether through life…we are not slaves…we are human beings, plenty of love…love in the air…today is always…a day…a life…a day is a life…thank so much for your reading…I write for you..I write from you…freedom is not an abstraction…freedom exists in consciousness…free will and destiny: the  point…not freedom nor destination, but a human being is a love movement spinining round a flying free and a destiny pair dance…loving is dancing…toghether…me and you…we…not only you…not only me…us…we go dancing and dancing and joy push us till flying confident to the last goodbye…life may be a good way to perceive love…not freedom…not destiny….the useless love…like a flying randomly with the winds paths