portrait of a street II

by walterdoege

i don’t like to walk at streets…with some exceptions…from old reveries…walking at streets of my sentimental Paris was a warmth experience that I could appreciate many times…in my memories…and perhaps I can take a travel to walk at the same streets…near my dear library and bookstore…the Shakespeare and Company…and after a promenade…sit at a café and watch the bateaus shipping out the river alongside…sending its light to the courtyard of Notre Dame…and run the night…sensing the breeze of spring…or the soft winds of autumn…where I live I don’t walk at streets…i choose to walk at this small city named shoping center…or when I travel to some near beach…take a walk alongside the sea…the ocean…the ocean that refuses no river…or walk at streets in my imagination…the portrait is a street, a café, peoples and families and children playing and enjoying the life…safe…joyously…creatively…a street that is an extension of a big house: a lovely city…a city peaceful and joyful…it’s may be a portrait of a wish…a wish that can comes true