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full moon

Yesterday the full moon was beautiful, full moon in Capricorn according to the horoscope. I could see the moon rising in the late afternoon, early evening. Golden, a perfect circle in the sky, brilliant, emanating an indescribable light. The night brings with it the stars, the planets, and the moon. The sky was clear, like a painting. The night brings me a calm, a time to relax and do what you like. Watch TV. The journals and news of the world. A film. To dance. To sleep. To dream. To flirt and flit. The demands of the night are different from the day. The sun is the consciousness and the demands of the day. The night is a different time, a different quantity and quality time. In winter the nights are longer and the days shorter. I like winter. Yesterday was a beautiful day. Blue sky. Nice weather. A real gift. Today, while I write this morning, is another beautiful day. Let’s enjoy the life.  Great !

people

I found less number of bloggers`friends in this community of bloggers and writers. So surprised ! Not too much in fact. Time passes. People too riding their own races. Some blue sentiment. Aging is perhaps the capability of support losses. I miss these people. How are them? Theres also the ever opportunity to meet others, but I miss these friends who like to blog. I am not a writer, but just a blogger. Whats the difference?

plane tree leaf in winter

a single leaf of plane treee is symbol of autunm and winter season Aa the sunset earlier in the shorter days. Soon comes the night. The moon. The stars. Today is crescent moon. And the moon, like the leaf of plan tree has many colours. Life has many colours, and aging shows them

window

from the window I see a blue sky, a beautyful heaven, in a perfect winter day…some shiny, cold, but I see inside me and it seems that all is good. Sometimes the wellness is full of guilty or fear. But all igood. Its all right. I can eat. I can pray. I do love. Inside and outside window I feel love. Hope.

keep writing

I’ve been thinking in keep writing and publishing. Although read is what I think I can make better, but I like to write for you…

Hello World

I stayed out for some time. Then I noticed that my first post dated 2011 ! ….time passes. After receiving a profissional post I rediscovered my own blog…some questions arised,,,why continue to write here?,,,only one answer: missing some people. Perhaps I will continue to write…here…to stay closer with people

storms

I’ve written less than I want…attending so many compromises in daily living…it seems I’m writing only at weekends…at the space and time when real solitude is some of the conditions for writing…I guess that the writer is not a professional of solitude, but in solitude i write…wandering writings…past week two strong spring storms showed me once more the forces of nature…fortunately my house keep safe…storms with loud thunders and flashlights at sky…so strong rainny water dropping from heaven…a sense of a tiny blend of the tears drops falling from my eyes…the one love I feel and can not write more than a few words: love is a feeling, and is a labor…and there’s exist some tough labor in loving…some task to support the absence…the solitude…the real and the paradox of the presence of love…one love…more than words…a feeling

sitting on the porch at spring nights

sounds good an evening spent wisely…close to friends, close friends…so rare lovely friends!,…but also in sweet solitude I could appreciate the light that lingers longer and longer towards night…some special full moon night…a lovely feeling is in the air and in my heart…a night air that whispers that summer is around the corner of the season’s shuffle…a moonlight night at spring…a love surrender…the loving road…there’s beauty in any season…even if I like so much autumn and winter…some spring nights…moonlighted…an invitation to be and build together a light-hearted evening…to share…imagine…wish good ones…be grateful…nights to dream…nights to spend the time in lovely way…for a while…it feels like a dream of a night

spring full moon

yesterday I was coming to house…after a hard work day…sometimes I feel the city so tough…and ridding through the streets…I saw the full moon…it seems the full moon at sky a soothing picture…I take a surprised contemplation…and my soul was lightened by the moonlight…loyal moon!,…the moonlight guided me to soothing sentiments…that is the first full moon of that spring…and for sometimes I could feel how beautiful was so silvery night…the moonlight veil motion dressed the sky with silvery wear…wearing my heart with silvery clothes…undressing my soul…my blues…my joy…a silver plate at sky…reminding me that there’s beauty at any season…any way…any path…reminding me the beauty is also in the look I take…the beauty inside, and outside…glimpses of harmony…talking to the moon…I make some wishes

most of the time

most of the time I can write…a little bit…to share some impressions, sentiments, perceptions…to break silence…wondering writings…wandering writings…I don’t know why I do write in English idiom…I regret regarding my English literacy…this lack regarding skill literacy don’t prevent me to read, but to write…today I’ve read so impressive and amazing posts…from so beloved friends at blogging space…and this reading help me to track some writing…track this monday…the weather is moist and hot…I try to keep cool…its hard to me hot days…its hard to me to say goodbye to autumn and winter days and nights…I know my soul is inhabited with winter feeling…and autumn sentiment…but spring arrived…and I can solely be in charge of myself…control my hard task to face with gratitude each day…each bit of that so tiny perception of time…to don’t waste time…to spend time wisely…most of the time I can write…I come here…when I fall in blue…and when I feel joy…the writing craft is not an expression of solitude…a writer is not a professional of solitude, although in solitude I can write here…the off line writing is tough task…here even when writing hard, its sweet