work in progress

by walterdoege

from one of the windows I can see the roofs…at the village I do live, there are some big edificies, but so many small builts and houses…the roofs seems to be another city at this city…downtown city so busy, noisy, confused…not so far from central city, that village is still a village…some cafés…some bistrôt…some small shopping centers…some small supermarket…some more silent neighbourhood and entourage…at some times of the day i can hear the birds, peoples talking, children playing…I can notice the sun sets and the moon sets…at some quiet moments I do listen the various birds songs…other birds came in at autumn…other songs…other music…some couple of birds did a nest at one of my house window…and form another window I could see yesterday…a tiny drizzle day…some doves over the roofs…it seems to me they are the same doves, especially two doves…it seems to me they stand close, and at some time they came to a shelter in between roofs…at sunny and hot days they do the same…at rainny  days they do the same…the doves do not build a nest…the doves occupy some builts, very most roof corners…the rain fall strong…and these two doves standed at this corner…quiet…awaiting the storm passage…after hours they fly a little…and stay as looking to down horizon…I can not imagine what is the envision…and i noticed that the doves don’t sing…it seems talking among them, but the doves don’t sing like the other birds…or sing so silently that I can not sense…the doves search for their shelter, but don’t build their nest…and unlike other birds, the doves don’t sing…I like the doves…some compannions…more reflexive, the doves, perhaps writing hard to hear songs…songs of freedom…songs of peace…songs of hope