we can

by walterdoege

I can not…alone…you can not…alone…if the pursuit for loving is what matters…remembering losts…as if loving would be a loosing game..an affair of the heart…till the last goodbye…but, living is in large part a daily trial…how many loves make a life?…how many losts make my life?…chance…choice…utmost, confidence, but pretending some kind gestures is so rare as is so common the defense against love…loving is freedom…joy…if I can not alone, you can not too…we can…but the waves of the ocean that refuses no river is so sweet and so strong…I can not, alone…we can, together…you are some illusion…me too…and yonder illusion…the real…the truth about the hard work of living my solitude as sailing a boat till the begin of imagination…theres’ no end to imagination, nor for loving….so, I stay on board even in tempest or with no wind…my claims I set up in the winds that shake the three leaves of the winter night with a full moon remembering me, I am alive, and it is good…no matters, tomorrow, tomorrow is chance and choice of soul intuition…surrender loving…love leads