moonflower

by walterdoege

the full moon in the sky is a moonflower…a big night flower…watching the full moon when it was arricing at horizon line, in between the bulits and lights of the city…like a bell tolls, the full moon jumped me in another dimension…the dimension of love…as a big picture in sky, surrounded by sparkling stars, brightly, shynny, a rare paisage envisioned by myself…and this joyfull surpirise comes with yhe notice of a blossom flower at my little garden…flowers of the desert inhabits my little garden…one flower is opening itself to the world…this one flower lasts for two weeks…like other spring and summer seasons, this flowers remembers me the beauty in any season…also, remebers me the duration of its alive show…I don’t know the scientific name of the plant…many plants in my little garden…the same plant…perhaps my garden has ten years old…and in every year the show is a certainity…this arrangement of flowers and full moon, this arrangement of flowers and moon in its four stages…after full phase, moon spreads seeds of joy to everyone…somehow the four seasons of the year resembles four seasons of my life…I hear ‘seize the day’, and i think ‘how seize my life?’, and I guess it’s not possible…even if not, I try to seize my life…in this way I feel me close to autumn…future is not only last goodbye…I feel the today as the tomorrow of yesterday…future is will and wish…future is the fiction I create…future is an invetion task…futures is an invention of us…me and you…at night I hope to stay with the moon and the stars and the remembrances and the wishes…I hope to stay with her…she is a good and lovely conpannion…she is a lovely friend…I walk for a while at the shopping…shopping centers are already arranged for Christmas…whatever it means, I feel as an arrangement for a great party…if i don’t know when is my lastgoodbye, I know and I feel the day I was born…this great party may be a lively party, a true party…children like…I like…parties…I feel a party as a celebration of life…my childhood remembrances are related to school days, holydays and summertime at near the sea…watching the moon coming up from the ocean is a lovely remembrance…watching the moon coming up among the builts of the city I live is a strong and lovely experience that makes me feel like a child the daily life…perhaps art is a child labor inside me…after the my walking through the shopping center I go to my favourite restaurant…for restauration, for my dinner time…I hope she will be with me…my dear flower, my dear moon…children will come too and make the dinner a joyful party…