Carnaval, a personal portrait

by walterdoege

so, that joyous big party lasts for almost one week…I sense the celebration of life…the hardets part of a party is the consciuosness of perhaps three times…the beginning, the turnaround, the end…like a book…like a song…any party is inhabited by such three or more times…a party resembles the human condition…in between two times, the sense of living…from the first to the third time, the turnarounding drive for keep going on…some personal stop for rest, the joyous troupe doens’t rest…I’m not the party, I take part of this party…if I need rest, the party restelessfully keep on dancing, singing, sharing good ones!…wishing good things!…in the realm of the party, the blue…some mixed blue and joy…some mixed tears…that party is like anything good…the time seems to go faster…some big motion orchestra, the troupers, the peoples, some big theatre art…at streets…when streets I feel as another house, plenty of serene lovely and joyous sentiments…the city looks like another house…perhaps everyday may be a party…a little party…for celebration the joy of living…no much thinking…the release of joyous dimensions…the perception of good things in rainbow…a party of color, trust, common share of our common love…the words are at my soul, but not at my fingers…so, this is a writing portrait of my carnaval, the  very most jazzy party I love so much…looking to an old photo, I am a little child, and together with my father and mother, they hold me joyful at their arms…and it seems I feel good too…lovers, keep on loving…longing the loving road