a special day, today

by walterdoege

this my intimate writing…from my sketchbook…from my heart…I want to write that I like very much jazz, I like to write in english…I am happy with the new horizon I watch…I like to be a dreamer…I feel myself confident in future building…I trust in human goodness…I like freedom…I like peace…I like to sense people happiness…I help every people I can…we live in a changing world…great challenges, great opportunities…and as a writer I mention that today is a happy day…I like and can also write that I sense a lovely sentiment related to United States of America…somehow, step by step, love is ahead, love can guide us…we all live on earth…we all live in the world…one world…one global world…in despite of all, I sense the world is changing in a good direction…as a writer I still sense fear of writing…and publishing what I write…I sense freedom, peace, and a continued work for building a better world…people is the world…the world is people…I can make a choice…I sense that a lovely choice was done…I live also in America, South America…but this sentiment of blues from Dixie is close to the sentiment of inhabit a world that is taken challenges as opportunities for living well, with health assistance, food, house, work, and human dignity and respect…I sense a lovely sentiment in relation to the country I was born…I also like samba, that so talken but still less sensed music…I like a special sea beach, Copacabana, a petit flower of beauty…I like Paris…I like the so many countries i visited and enjoyed…today is a special day for me…the spring and summer are difficult seasons for me…but in each season, a beauty…jazz, celebration, joy…samba, a party on the streets…slowly, step by step, I sense an ongoing good changing world direction…each person is doing what can do…if I can do more and better I do…love is a sentiment of trust in human goodness..a fine sense, a tiny sense that we are one…one world, one humanking…love, joy of humankind…at the top of the mountain I stand…the tempest arrived and go away…I stand here…during the tempest almost everything falled, me not…even when I fall in love, I don’t fall…today is a happy day for me…this is an intimate writing, but I published here because I love to live here, in a lounge, in a sweet paisage, this my writing public sketchbook, here I found friends…people helps me so much…not only with words…this my writing spacetime is some timespace of friendship, perhaps the most needed fragance of love…love is also a hard and daily work…help for those who needs is the bricks of the walls of a good house, and a fairy and warm and lovely home…love is one, the world is one…a lovely sense of the importance of being alive, and doing my work with all of us…brick after brick, a lovely home…a lovely home is possible, even if I am a dreamer…even though, world resembles a dream: a wish that can comes true…love is like a little truth with a plenty of little love truth petals