Michael Anthony Lobevero
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Out On The Balcony For 365 Days, is a collection of relationships that we all experience as we move with time. Each book is unique to each reader, as
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each day will bring old and new feelings to light in the discovery of who we were, are and will be. The understanding is that we want to convert our dreams from concrete to sand moved by the ocean on a warm summer night. We are standing together on a Florida beach with the lights of the city laying on the waters edge. Its a night of few clothes, a white cotton one piece dress on her. The dress is touching only her skin as it moves smoothly with the hand of the kind breeze. His hands are moving through her hair with encouragement from the ocean scent. Bare feet are everywhere with toes curling up and then down in the watery sand. The ocean goes out and the ocean goes in with the sand moving in a sock like manner up our feet. Our socks go away. We kiss in the natural night light as the city goes by. We see the stars behind each other. We turn away and walk the same way, leaving feet in the sand along the way. Its a sandy highway. The glow from the ocean sticks us in the eye under the bridge, but the breeze sets us alone. Our sand prints push us forward as we look back at the track. There is no sense in going back. What is behind us does not matter and it will go away when the ocean comes in to go out. It will take what is behind us and pass it along to people of many countries and people of many interests. The people of many countries have tracks behind them. They look to our tracks and gives us theirs. They hope to learn by teaching too. A reflection in the tracks makes the path smooth with no prints anywhere. The night moves quickly and the day winks good morning. Tracks tracks everywhere going no where. They are all sizes and some, multiple sizes they come in one. They zig and zag from the start of the sand and move to where they are covered for good. Some have voices high and low. Some voices speak and some just hum. The tracks go and so do the seeing of them. People go and we remember not them, but our memories of them. They were different than what we saw. We did not see what we should see, but rather thought of what we wanted to see, so that we could be as we see. This book will help in the discovery of what we want, but run from because we have been taught that it is wrong to experience real living over learned living. It will be with you forever.
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