The Bright Well

Ball, any  child in the world experienced the pleasure to play with, to kick it, to receive it and to exchange it with others on a way to the goal or the basket. Very young, I remember I was running on a grass field after the black and white one and we spent hours a day playing soccer, whether it was sunny or rainy day, never wondering about mud and blood we often were covered with after we've scealled our common spring in the action.
Ball, it maybe the reason why we love you so much, flying over our heads, like a shooting star, while your circle is like a wonderful spin uniting us in one energy. Ball, you're round, and within our hands your a perfect sun, a marvelous moon, an unrevealed earth soft and firm, a symbol of the small planet we all unhabit, little creatures in a square of the galaxy. Ball even dragons play with you.
Ball, you maybe small or big, leather, plastic, colored or just an old one we've played with during decades, always, you are this perfection we need to touch since our eyes meet you. Ball, you're lovely.
I remember the cartoon of the wonderful team, the Harlem Globe Trotter,  when the music was mesmirizing us, during the first minute, the basketball turning on the top of an index. This we'd do. This, we spent hours training and doing as a magical trick. Let me show you, now, here it is, with a kick of my big thumb, let's give it enough speed and turn, turn , turn. Magical!  That's what we should call a goldenfinger trick, and though I'm not that fond of basket ball (ah, this whistle: walking! , of course, I'm walking...) , though I'm not that tall, I always liked the goldenfinger trick. And many of us around the world learned it, watching carefully the cartoon, ready to share and enjoy this common trick we a.l enjoy. Furthermore it's a great pleasure when friends  are coming to visit us from far, some, even having flewn from the other side of the blue ball.  And from this moment on and for many decades, together, we'll play the ball. ;)

Many folks have their own puppet traditions. Japanase dolls, French Guignols, Italian string puppets, all of those paper, wood and wool creatures are beautiful, each one of them with its personality, ready to appear on the stage whenever the puppetmaster  wish them to. They're well known and adored by the children all over the world for most of the tales,  they are involved in, are both funny and true. Puppets are true.
Still, what happens sometimes is that the puppet master is not that good, or sometimes, hidding in the shadow, he's  preparing some incredible story .
 Never to be forgotten is the fact that if the play rejoices  our heart,  sometimes, deeper  in dark edges, it is the fruit of evil reflexion.
In Italy there's an old tradition of puppetmastering, somehow heir of the florentine court's art of  leading men. A puppetmaster is a leader of men. A puppetmaster daily deals with Kings, Popes, Heroes and Jests.
A good puppetmaster needs string so to make his puppets move exactly the way he intends them to do. So as to proceed he must knot their wrists, neck and ankles. Puppets can be reluctent to the art of the puppet master and therefore, he uses different kind of strings. A diamond necklace will do for a Queen, an expensive clock for a Minister, a golden chain for a Princess's ankle.
Puppets also have a solitary life when they're not playing on the stage and like Pinocchio, they're often in search of their origins. It's a good thing the puppet master always has in his mind. As a creator, he decides whatever pleases him. Sometimes, he adds some sisters and brothers, sometimes he marries others. Once again he's using string so as to connect his puppet and make them walk his way. 
Puppetmastering is the art of going beyond the curtains, making children heart get into another dimension and laugh and smile while an invisible shadow is at work. Puppets cross the walls, and get into the strongest houses with their necklaces, to be offered. Once you love them, you're already on the stage.

    Blessed the day! Bless the new era ! Once again Mr President is the messenger of Peace and love of Humanity. From every nation around the world the folks can feel the word renewed  and hear the promise made to all goodwilling souls. Cooperation, mutual wealth, intelligence, will to build a new world, the whole world and young folks are looking for.    
    This is a new era, and not because past is forgotten, or memory is cleared, but in the name of past and difficulties we encountered fighting each others though we whispered for the same aims: peace, security and better life for ours: human beings.
    And we don't want to be the hostages of a few men full of fear, men that would like, we , the people, to be a mute crowwd. Mr President reminded us, that we, the people, whereever we live, have the ability to change the world and refuse the darks days we've been through past ages.
   Not only USA and the muslims, not only middleeast and western society, but the whole humanity is invited to change the destiny of the world against all the forms of intolerance where they can be. It's not a question of tribes, clans or  local realms : human beings. We, the people, children of that revered principle, anyone in the world knows, and we call love, we know the era of brightness for everyone has come.
    Blessed the Day! Blessed Mr President!

    Many of us, more than once in a lifetime, had the occasion, during a walk, to see a beautiful being getting narrow, and as natural as it might seem, felt the irrepressible joy, the burning heart's dance of a child facing Santa-Claus.  Might that be a girl, a pet, a dove, something happens in your life, that you can call an instant of grace, for the moment, is a pecular hour, you will remember even when stars would have turned their shiny faces back. 
    Why then? Might they be aliens, strangers, accointance, family or friends, the rest of the creation has been granted this magic, that spell, is making you feel special. We, all of us, are special, so  we like to feel the confidence, or the intimacy of a whispered word making us  get closer to another soul and  get into  an area of happiness.
     Nothing is more interesting than the game of water. What is that? Children grown up outside remember water ponds, rivers, fountains, where they used to play with the other oneself, wondering how this twin would react if he'd do this or that. And finally, observing oneself learns often a lot about me and you. Between I and U , so many consons, only one voyel, that is a circle, a wheel, a ball, a tyre, a whole. Between I and U, everything and indeed the three of us sharing the same essence. Voyels.
    Where do souls stand, excepted in the bone box (Hi, my friend), I mean, considering the fact that before the creation was, there was a Will.
    Where does the primal Will stand, and since we're its heirs, since we're still connected to it, and as a simple result, we're all connected between us indeed we seem to be strangers one to another, where do our souls stand?
    So what. Children. Why isn't that so important to give birth to our own children, because, our love is coming from our common root and through our love we can transfer through this root whatever we like to give to our children and parents.  Ancient Roman used to adopt whoever they liked to. Recently a man, a teacher of latin has been adopted in Italy and became grandfather of a family he had no DNA in common. Beautiful.
    The day man understand, brother or sister is everyone he accepts as his , this very day , man gets into a larger family, and from this day on, man shall forever love anyone without  regards to any  visual, physical or genetic  consideration.  Close these blind eyes and you will see.