paisage

by walterdoege

I read a lot…however I can not say about a specific book or text…I am writing more than I read…I feel my writings as writing things…things, objects, emotions, feelings, books,things…alive things…today is a sunday autumn day…cool…paisage is useless for me…I take perception and live the day…each day…after piano class I see the sky, watch to the crescent moon…and I say to the horizon what is this, life?