Oscar Niemeyer, my last goodbye

by walterdoege

my so dear friend…the death arrived for you today…I was awaiting this fact…you, Oscar, would complete 105 years old next december, 15…but I am a physician…I keep in touch with you…I was sensing the time so painful for me, the time to say my last goodbye to you…you builded the modern architeture: pilotis…brise-soleil…the work upon concrete shaping sensuous and fine lines…curve lines…like the curves of a sensuous woman…like the course of a sinuous river…like the waves in the sea…like the clouds in the sky…like the love blowing in the winds…like the smile of a child…like the tenderness of a lovely embrace…your builts were done of bricks of art…brick after brick…bricks of love…you, so rebellious…so sweet…my praise and complimets…your legacy lasts for ever…I know and I sense in you and your work…one of my main sources of inspiration…the best I can do is keeping me on the road…the long road…the widing road…the love road…and honor my own work with recognition of your inspirational work…your builts for people walk, stay for a while, sensing the art…your builts remembering the lovely living as a possible experience…you do architeture, you do empty spaces…for human delihght…you know, I know…art so long…life so short…but you are a man…I am a man…we are human beings…mortality, finitude…pieces of an understanding trial to watch life…love…somehow birth and death are two wings of a blue bird flying secret routes…a blue bird that fly with no end…an endless flying crossing skies and universe frontiers…love remains…when all fall, love remains upright…the bricks of your builts are done of earth, water, air and fire…and love…I am also a writer, a romancist, a romancer…my bricks are words…my builts are writings…art, our common ground…mine, yours…and your’s, reader…because i also write for you, reader…without you, my writings were only a collection of disconnected phrases…I am almost whispering…perhaps the blue bird is an amazing surprise, may be…love remains…against anything…I am feeling rather sad, I must write, even desolate…trying to build myself up again…to keep working…sometimes I sense  knowing when to leave is like knowing when to love…and in such a way, with these bricks so fast arranged…I know it’s time to say my last goodbye to you, Oscar…I know I must do this…love is useless, love is letting go my ego wish and let joy fly with you…my joy, for such an opportunity to share this so painful and lovely writing…throwing away my blues, I listen the love whistle blowing…it’s all right…people, you that read this writing…love presents no beginning and no ending…life is a lovely flying…a flying with no return…lovers, keep living…no matter the direction, the flying is safe. So, I could write my last goodbye to Oscar, the great modernist architet…utmost, a so lovely human being