love again and again and again

by walterdoege

perhaps literature surrounds solitude and finitude…the only one theme of a writer practice…my writings are somehow boring…it seems like I write the same thing…this look is narrow…today is the tomorrow of yesterday…what I write today is fresh…unique…not a version of the same thing but some new one…today is unique…time passes…life passes…tic /tac…never / forever…a day / a life…one day / one life…and again and again and again…no shy…love is my way…love is a brand-new world…I could tell a story…but the story is longer than today…on my books I tell stories…but love is wonderful cause is useless…the human being is useless cause is love…a human being is love…I perceive this…the silent voice not written and not listened…if I can not speak I write…writing admits many languages…like music…human voice is an universal voice of love…I don’t what is love…I just feel…my dear child…my dear who gives me life…I love you…the nowaday world needs loving the human being…human being is not useful…human being loves