In the beginning I was wondering, if it was good to settle down for a couple of days and now i know that it was all worth it, every single bit, every second was another journey that destiny has settled out for me.
I had to do something so i started to walk towards the city of Odense, to sell my poems.
I realised soon after that Odense people are not fond of poems, so i started to sit and read a book. Then all of a sudden two Americans came to me because they wanted to know about the lives of Denmark people. I said, i am not a Danish man but i can make you a poem. and so i started to write them a poem, and , they liked it.
That was a break throught for me,
I had giving up, there and then for a short moment.
But this meeting was giving me the answer that i had to make poems and i had to fight again and again. So i did , but not one would let me. then i found myself in a park where i met three lovely girls, i could feel the positive energy so i started to walk to them, i said: "Do you like poems." And they said yes and i said: "Do you like experiences you always remember for the rest of your live." and they said yes. So i said: "than i'm your man."
They really liked the poem, and they gave me an invite, to a open mic for poets and spoken word artist and people like that. So i knew i had a performance, and i knew that this is why i keep fighting.
Eventually it pays off.
Friday was the day. The day that my dream would be a little closer to becoming reality.
But first i ran into the Americans again, and they had a whole gang of Americans today and they shared the poem with them and they were like, we want a picture with you, because , one day you will become famous.
Always dream and one day you can share your dream with other people. Never under estimate your power.
When i came into the room where the open mic was i was feeling good vibes, so i said to myself . I will blow their minds , one girl, from the park was also performing there but it was all in Danish. It was a shame she didn't do a english one, just for me. The presentor was really looking forward to my share because the girl talked about me. and i gave them something of my style, a fairy tale, a dutch poem, and a couple of spoken word pieces i made along the way. The dutch poem was to get revenge. and the fairy tale was because i was in Odense, where hans christian andersen himself lived. and the spoken word pieces because i grew tired of poems and i liked this style better.
Afterwards they were saying that i was the high light of the night. The Dutch Spoken Word Artist. My first performance in Denmark, and it was very good, i think i made a couple of fans.... and friends.
It is strange that you can talk with a stranger as if you have known each other for quite some while, just connect with a person as if it was destined to meet each other. it made me feel delighted. i became, myself, without the spoken word artist inside me, with that red headed girl, i wanted to share the night, but i was to afraid of reacting to my feelings. it was a flash of lighting, that lightend me up inside and made me realised that i can make a person feel good , without my poems, just be the one , who is feeling what other people are feeling , and just speaking about problems, as if i can make them go away.
I had a very good time, i lived these days in a smal paradise here in Odense, sleeping in the garden of Raka, long lost friends of my parents, finding myself, finding another way to make me feel free.
This is a paradise of people who are living the Rastafara life, and tomorrow i will leave to Copenhagen. But today , we are celebrating Christina's birthday, and there are cakes everywhere.
I got a small recording, from my performance, and i will upload it on youtube
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