note book

by walterdoege

from alonenes to loneliness…so, solitude…I am solitude…I am my solitude…in this dangerous city…in this dangerous world…loving is a so rare experience!…as in my experience…as a writer I have nothing to say…I’ve been meditating about my blogging work…this work is one thing very important for me…in essence cause creates a possibility of honest dialogue…this blog has no award…this blog is has few likes…I don’t want followers…I like fellowship…I like friendship…what I see is a dangerous world…perhaps a writer has this commitments…or must have…obscure, difficult, some poetics…sincere writings…writings that does not exist if not are readed…few people read…few people write from the soul…I do this…and in this way perhaps all my posts can compound my third book…a notebook…with no apple or othe fruits, just share loving with lovely people like you…who are you?…it does not matter…who am I?…just a writer…solitude is my writer home…love is somehow a loosing trial…the song of my dear Amy, love is a loosing game…but trial is loving…when game is over, love