reader practice

by walterdoege

reading is somehow also writing…a book does exist if readed, and I realize that reading is also a sweet solitude…love is somehow a sweet solitude…reading and writing are closer…both are a dialogue…both are two people talking…when this talking is good, it’s hard to stop…there must exist time…this need I feel, time…no matter what is time, reading and writing as art performance requires time…love needs time, when in love the time goes fast…there’s no exist fast love…love is a longing path…as a bird at sea mellow flying…when I read art I can fly…when I write I can fly…when I stay close to art, my daily living is a sweet arrival and departure from me to you…some loveliness journey…no beginning…no end…just loving…any word I read, any word I write, any word I listen, any human love expression is a wonderful trip…if a mellow song, without words, any movement with kindness…any human love gesture is supreme courage…love seems an art