Today is and has been, total perfection.

If there is such thing as total perfection I have recieved it
and achieved that
this day.

Blessed by blue sky glistering above me
covering my cup from all cares.

Fulfilled with the soft tones of jazz swirling through my ears.
Delightment of acoustic gitars and piano peacefullness.

Silented by trumpets,
by Clapton and Cassidy.

Smile has almost fled across my face
caused by Cash.

Fascination and the art of speechlessness
becconned

by Picasso, oh your fine lines
your colors
your feelings
your Tragedy has made my joy,

by Gris, Diego Riviera, DuBuffet, G. Bellows, Matisse and oh

my longfold god - Lichtenstein.

The fact that Robert Motherwell could complete
the circle of beauty
added extra pleasure to my satisfaction.

Walking in and among greenness and cubism,
swinging and swoshing through crowds of people.

Stained by the atmosphere of their lovable faces,
their secretly hidden feelings,
tatued over their fore heads,
in the name of expression.

Bless thee muscles.

Dipping my toes into the late afternoon
and into the fountain.

Its water cooling down my excitment,
beeing slowly touched by the sent of harmony
evenly shared with others carelessness.

At this point
there is no darkness touching us
but the shadow of the Sun
while it's moving into night
changing shifts and dreams

with Mr.Moon.