fatherland

by walterdoege

with my awkward english I continue again writing a letter…a correspondence…an epistolary…even though an epistolary supposes a correspondent…to my fatherland…my home country?…no…to my father?…I don’t know…to my mother?…I don’t know…perhaps I am writing this letter to the child inside myself in a hope effort to nurture my loving daily trials…my morning star…my evening star…I like the moon…I feel me close to the moon…the sun gives light to the moon…at nigth I can see the moon and the stars and the human goodness clearly…love is something in between people