Palimpsesto I

by walterdoege

palimpsesto is the text under a text…in medieval edge this was a tool for painting and writing cause the absence of paper and ink…so, reapproveitation of the remined text, then writing above the written text another text…above a painture, anothet painture…the name for painture practice is pentimento…so, writing about fiction and non fiction I can write that in any o f my writings some part is fiction, some part is not fiction,,,as living…fiction is a tool for living with some health…and I almost fall in love!…yeah, some trumping lover…she is a sweety young woman..beautiful…we talk a little in deutsch…some messages on the mobile device phone..two messages…I know that I feel something good..she also…but I almost fall in love…close to passion, however, love is not passion…the main theme here is that loving brings joy, encounter, share, affinities, enlightness…but I almost falled in love, cause love is not a fall…loving is an upbeat movement…is not exactly a loosing game…I feel as a loosing game…when the game is over, love remains…but love is surrounded by fear and other emotions…somehow a game, a play…I feel little fear…so, I keep on my way…I sent a third message…I will not wait the reply, but I would be happy if people culd open the harth and the soul for being just friends…love friends…friendship is what is important for me…the ground of a good conviviality, but fear, illusion, conditioned behaviors and so on…I almost fall in love…some down beatings now…love is close to miracle and I feel and see miracles of loving…I hope everything is gonna be all right…I am a old man…not so old…I am alive…I am in good health…so, it’s all well…and this text is an improvised and performatic writer practice…some fiction…some non fiction…and the writing I wanted to write is the palimpsesto behind this text…writer practice is a need for me…and I feel me close to myself…courage?…some…will?…some…in my solitude I keep on board …hope…hope never dies…romantic loving is so simple and so difficult…perhaps the palimpsesto in this writing is confessional, autobiographycal, with little or no importance…the importance is for myself and perhaps for who reads this…al least art is an effort of change the world, anf if not the world, my life, that is not of mine…somehow a writing that the palimpsesto can take some undesrtanding , perhaps… serendipity is a serious one…I fell little control out of myself living…I am a writer, and a beggar….some alms are welcome…not aloneness…some loneliness…always a solitude full of gratitude…writing is a mistress for me…and…hold my hands…hold my hole life too…and stay a little closer…I keep on loving waiting nothing…any love alms are welcome human goodness expression…palimpsesto, fiction?…non fiction?…living can be wonderful