cities

by walterdoege

I don’t like cities…I feel fear…I don’t walk on the streets in cities, I choose walk in a shopping…less danger…shopping is a little city inside a big city…in these winter days shopping seems a shell where i can nest my good things…as usually I go to one shopping and walk a little…memories of days gone by comes as a company…a fellow…a loyal friend remembering me that I am alive!…the future…the future I feel as a fiction stronger that the past or the present time…for every time, an invisible and silent whisperings and images and sentiments of being on the road…my road…and the good people are invited to stay a little closer…loving is joy and gladness, friendship and courage…love supreme…on the streets in the city I see people living on the streets…it hurts me…I do something and I want to do more…remebering myself always…I must be a friend of mine…I am…I guess…my solitude: an open loving door