There was someone who told me that writting for tha sake of publishing is an unpure act.
Why don’t yoy write to yourself?
The main, motivation is to share and to see what is out there… a reply, maybe, the idea of being listened by someone else. If I write only to myself then myself self is the only listener and dissasociation happens. This has heard.
Why do you write at all?
It is to show that you have a voice something to share beyond the quotidian. Beyond friends. Wow, they are, after all listeners.
Why do you do what you do?
Enchantment. Enchantment from day one in castles and paradises of love and tragedy, of whippings and moans, of jiggles and cuddles. Wow, beauty this has seen.
Boundless reservoir you are not. Said of curiosity, yes you are. Without perversion the images are collected and in the baseness of existance; radiant hope can be found.
Whispers of desire
Calm inevitable storm
Dreams of careses and sheets
Fulfill the path unknown
^This is a code^
Can you interpret it? language falls short, or shoudl I write a book? that is also meta, a pedestrian one, full of explanations, that will be unpure? or is it pure to share? Even the most base…the pureness of wrong doings, the indesputable jail of dogma, will this have to write a book, without walls and without corners, directly.
Then kindness unbalanced with clevernes, this post is mostly done. If I am kind, and explain in simple language, in universal letters, then it may die, or live for ever. Who knows, if I don’t and write a code, the clever ones, will only know.
In all matter; I don’t know. You caught me unprepared, and this was the one who spoke.
Nico 