I’m not a machine, nor you

by walterdoege

no login…no password…just talking at this writing…my writer practice…my share of that home…you are not a machine…i don’t know what a machine is…I sense humanity…I sense yourself…I sense myself…we are not machines…I have a name…and a surname, my mother anf father’s choice…I am not my name, but I inhabit my name…some commnentators don’t place their names and surnames…what a shame…any name is not a word, but a people…any name is not only a word, but a world…machines don’t really talk with machines, but i can talk with you…at this home…through the words and phrases…searching your’s name…searching our common home…this is a reply writing…I sense a reply reading…our mutual trust…our one love…machines are tools…human beings not…our home…our family…friendship, lovely friendship…dear friends, I could not write without your affection…literature is a loving river…stay aboard in fiction…goodness rooted fiction…written, spoken, readed…so special gift…this lively conversation…literature is an endless lullaby to support sad and bad news…literature is my folk writing…common writing…I’m just a folk writer…writing scholar drawns and portraits…love is useless…love is not a tool…love stay so near us…lovely people…hold my hole life…through the loving river road…love is one…whithin us