man

by walterdoege

today is a celebration like woman’s day: man’s day…there exist child’s day…father’s day, and so on…and I guess an interersting one…these celebration are a kind of invitation of remembering the so sensitive multitask the human being do…from Dylan ‘how many deaths must a man will take/before you can call him a man’…’the answer is blowing in the wind’…I guess that if there is answer for any question the answer is blowing in the air…love is in the air, another dance music…but the focal point is that I am a man…I’ve taken many deaths…the core point is human identity beyond conventions…I am a man, a human being, a writer, a musician jazz pianist amateur, I am son, I am brother, I am so various dimensions…if does exist ‘old man’s day’ I am a candidate…and it is coming soon…I am a man and a man is a child that aknowledge the little inner child…the photo with my father and mother and me in my childhood…we are happy…we keep on happy…the man dimension and the woman dimension, the male and female dimensions of each one identity…man and woman do almost the same tasks…almost…what matters is we are human beings…an ever child in the dangerous world…thw wall of my house seems male dimension…the warmth inside my home seems female dimension…the joy is a child smile…and joy encompasses almost all…a man, what is a man?…a woman, what is a woman?…beyond conventions and  concepts, people…and much more discourse about this, I mean, man and woman, is of no value for me…the new moon seems a marriage between earth and sky after world light gifted…a man and a woman, men and women, we are the people and people is the world…the danger is not people, the danger is the ongoing lack of poetic in daily living…after pregnant full moon…the seeds of hope in the new moon…sun is male, moon is female expressions…stop…I don’t feel this way…man and woman and people at the crossroad of love invitation, common love