love plaisir, love jouissance

by walterdoege

back up to home…the world of love…I was coming home and looking the sky I noticed the beautiful full moon…light blinking, love glowing, sparkling moonlight…full moon, pregnant of a new year…we can meet each other watching to the moon…our wishes touch each one at moonlight…the languages of love…the languages…love is one as i can experience love…this fragmented writing is an effort to write from love…some mixed impressions…I can sense love plaisir…and this french word is hard to translate…anyway is related to pleasure…to please everytime, everywhere…also related to this cultural built named ego, a word to designate the immediate, the flash instant…love jouissance is other one, is related to the break of ego walls, walls of fear and woes, pleasure and pain…love jouissance is a transcendental one, a free and rebellious love movement, an effect of loving that is beyond ego boundaries…the mine and the yours…the opportunity of a love surrender, sweet surrender, and the reach and build of a sweet solitude…perhaps we are two solitudes…perhaps we can be one sweet solitude, or two solitudes…i feel as one solitude, we…nor I neither you, we…we and yonder…the yonder horizon of freedom, the widing road of the experience of love…it’s not only imagination, but love…the beauty of full moon is inside myself too…the beauty of a full moon night is inside ourselves…I can write from me, and this I is related to you…this I lies on we…I can write from we…I can not write from you, but I can sense you, I can sense we…jouissance is that one love within us…far away a strictly relationship, but a shared love…a shared full moon night…full of our wishes…full of our dreams…becoming, slowly, true…somehow, truth is a love manifestation…as the beautiful full moon is plenty of beauty…this is a fragmented and awkward writing, and a writing closer to a manuscript, when my hands and fingers are more than mine…hold my hands and my whole life too…we can hold our hands and walk talking to the moon our best wishes…we can go on in good stand…time countless, and keep on going on an endless road…even when I can not watch the moon, the moon is inside oursleves…full of hope…full of plaisir, full of jouissance…we are never alone…now and ever, more than ever…love shynning ahead…ringing loudly lovely music…turning on sparkling light love glowing everywhere, everytime, to all of us…I don’t know what love is…we have nothing, but love…just alive in