sociality

by walterdoege

I feel the streets dangerous…I feel the city dangerous…keep on living with a surrender love experiment…the share of love among us…the share of love is supreme courage…what I feel is a commitment with emotional honesty…love is a hard work…a daily building task, in despite of all…people like people…people needs love…and this is a responsibility to teh events and meetings while living…love is the realm of the human being…the voice of the human being must prevail…not exactly the institutional voice…some sounds I hear from phone machines, technologic devices and so on…after the tempest my chair is in it’s place, surrouded by books and music, surrouded by sweet sentiment that I belong to you…we belong to love…the honesty is somehow trust is human being in a changing world…I guess the world shall be the home for everyone…for people…for the future, and future is this work of building and inventing love shelter…the unique shelter where the flower can grow healthy…the future is not only a black lion, but utmost our will of freedom, joy and feeling as a community of good people…in the real of the soul, love remains after the tempest, after any thing…love is a rebellioius one, a free sentimental path…simple and hard, simple and wonderful…even if after the tempest another tempest is ahead…loving love, loving poeple, the world is me and you, our work and our desire…not a dream, but closer to a dreamer task