France

The first city i went to in France was Nantes, but that city had less and little for me to do so i went to Bordeaux after it; and it was a good choice for the view was splendid. Now; that is a city that is beautiful, With the river and two big bridges. and there was a special walk way that went alongside the river. Here was a skate park and lots of People who wanted to have a good time/ It led straight to the city center and a platform for children, where the river sent water to. The water was a refreshing system in the city/ Here the children could run around losing themselves, and grown men could chill out,

Bordeaux captured me for 4 days, but since i did not made any money on the streets i moved on to Paris, because i met a Magic player who said, that i need9ed to go to Paris to earn Money, So i went,
Now; I did not want to go to Paris , but o well, I could not ignore the wind,

But in Bordeaux the craziest thing happenend. The last lonely night i had in the city, failing to make any Money i felt kind of depressed.

My jacket i had left over my cup who i laid out for the people to trow money in, and when i removed my jacket, i found something in my cup; who was before emty, Two pieces of paper, and as i was unfolding them i saw that the first one was a receit from a shop, but the words were totally faded. The second one was a Hitchhikking sign i made when i was in Ireland, Slowly the words`Achill island`were visible.


And it struck me as the most wonderful thing ever happenend on my journey,
For Achill island is the most beautiful place i have seen in Ireland, And it was as if the universe was telling me that Money did not matter, it is just a illusion, All that mattered was Beauty,
I was Totally not depressed any more

And then came Paris

, in a weird kind of way It was a world were i was treated like a terrorist. That was Paris for me,
I stayed for one week and that was more than enough, it was a city built upon piss and Homeless,
Just like in London i got in contact with the homeless, a nice guy gave me a book of where i could get free food and he jumped on the metro without paying money, taking me with him.

The great thing you could do is to think that Paris is your playground and you can be and do what ever you want, but the danger is if you do this, then you forget that you are only a human, no god.

but we did not get caught
I met also other Street dancers and saw the Eifelltower/ But the Police sent me away because i could  not busk there.

But the first night in Paris was exactly the night that i wanted to have in Paris.
For when i was bringing my poetry to the streets, a magical story appeared

Two very beautiful girls stopped and stayed listening to my poems for half an hour, Out of the corner of my eye, i could see their smiles/Their names were Lucile and Dominique, When i explained why i did what i did, the smiles became brighter. They said yes to a Personal Poem and left me standing afterwards, In 10 Minutes they returned and gave me presents. A Beer, a rose and a personal message saying  `The rose will not last forever but this memory will'

After this Momentum a Irish guy appeared between the mist of Paris, He was from Galway and he loved that i knew that town,

He was a painter and he had stories to tell and indian restaurants for me to go to.
Also there was a woman who i gave a personal poem and she felt very priviliged and was glad that she had found me.

When i bought candy, it was stolen from me in the night,

and that was the last of Paris, But i had to walk 30 Kilometres to be able to  Hitchhike again. A nice library woman let me use the computer finally, against the law, for me to look where i needed to go, By this time, two weeks had past since my mother had a message from me, and when i contacted them again they though i was dead or worse, caught in a plot of Drugs dealers. Luckily i met a man who took me from Paris all the way to a tankstation near Lyon. He let me use the laptop in his car, and that made me possible to relax my mother, my aunt in Perpignan and i could call one of my brothers, The man bought me two filet o fish by the Mac donalds, a milkshake and two icecreams, He made insects out of Metal, and he was really a brilliant mind. A mad man,

The nights became colder so i needed to find a warm place inside somewhere, and there it was in the form of my French aunt,
In Torreilles i rested two weeks: from Paris, the cold and mostly because of my lazy arrogant ass.

My aunt was working on a camping but her Boyfriend was an old Sailer and stayed home, to talk with his cat, he went fishing and went cruising with his new jeep, but i hid myself behind Dragonball Z, My mind was too much and my ego could not fit this into the picture: The meals every night, ready for me to fit into my mouth to fuel my ego, even made it bigger, This was good but i needed something different. Not that i had a good time fishing, and sitting on a terrace sipping Chocola chaude. And the two French Nephews could not speak English so i had only my hands to communicate, My aunt said that i was running away when the oppurtunity came to go to Portugal at the 21th, and she was right. Running away from familly to make my own story, But she did not want me to go to Marocco and i respected that, I hope we could, in the future have a time of talking to each other, from a different situation, she is intelligent.

So after two weeks, i got my act together, and went to Montpellier. Because of a girl, and not just a girl, the girl i met in Paris, who was studying  in Montpellier, and i Still need to thank her for bringing me to this Town full of Students.

For this was what i needed, Destiny came Smacking me in the face, telling me to wake up at once and luckily i saw what she was saying, because a 64 year old Photographer came into view, Who saw me as a living statue who did crazy suff, like crawling like a wolf, over the streets of Montpellier, and he thought to himself. This is the guy that i need. For it was after two weeks that he had his first
Opening in Montpellier of his Streetart Photograhy and i was Destined to become the Poet who performed there,

this is what the people of Montpellier gave me for my crazy stuff

From that day, our energy and crazy Ideas became in a spiritual way connected, And i found Myself in a Street art story, He made Amazing stuff and some might say that he was so consumed with his own idea and the breakthrough in his life, that he talked only about himself, and maybe it was so, but he , found out that this was the city where he must grow old, . So i found it incredible that i, a poet, would have the chance to take this story with me to inspire me further as i am getting more knowledge, He lett me stay with him and that was a privilege, He did not know me but then he invited me into the hearth of his vulnerability, The nights we spend , were filled with inspiring stories and letting our history behind us once again, He wanted to teach me everything he could think off, never realising that i was a poet with a mindset of already knowing how the world works, But i forgave him for he was a man of knowledge and he had a hand in attracting young lady`s everywhere he went.

So i was in a world where i met a Girl every day where i could flirt with and learn to be cool, as he said it.
I actually asked a girl out for a drink and she said yes, the first time i asked that to a girl,
But unfortunatly i left the girl hanging,
This  man learned me so much , about himself and with it, life itself, but i think that Destiny used him to give me an even more wonderful gift, A woman called Sarah. It began in a religous background, where i and my friend could have a free meal if we attended a Monolog about God and his Jezus. As usual He invited me to his Lady friends, and one of them was Sarah , She came from London and she volunteered at the cafe where we had the Meal,
When our eyes met, our energy`s attracted each other like nothing i had expirienced since a long while,
We sat next to each other talking constantly like we were already Close friends.

This was what France had in eye for me,

Sarah was beautiful, no French girls for me, this was magic, But every time we wanted to talk we had people who wanted to talk to us, crying people and all the rest, My body and energy was following her every move, hoping for the next time to talk, seeing how she laughed at me and how she was reacting to what we discussed made me Bloom.

After that meeting i was positive that The Opening from the Lady`s man had to be the final explosion of spirits collashing/ And it did not, I was Kind of lost in my own head that day, Having bought Lords of the rings as a christmas present for myself, And i did not felt right, untill Sarah and i stood in the Rain together, Finnally alone, we had the time and the space; to get to know each other. But my friend said after a while that i needed to get my stuff out of the bookshop where the Opening was because they wanted to close.

But she invited me to a jazz club where she arrived too late to hear the jazz and then she invited me to tag along on the christmas market the next morning. That night i slept by Jeffrey, a friend of Sarah who i met the same evening, also from london, he was so fond of me that he let me stay with him,  And irony will have it that we slept in the same bed,  so , the Poet who was flabbergasted by the women in his life spend his first shared night with a man, On the christmas market we engaged into a talk that would lead on for 5 hours, and would take us through rain, cafe`s, and many amazing stories.

After a few days i went to Villandraut where Pierre was expecting me with great pleasure, Being the ex of my french aunt he was many a years connected with my family and was so a part of it, or eitherway i felt like he was. He had three sons with my aunt and the Oldest was on the weekends with him and it was great to be able to see and spend time with them again,

And at the 21th i am going to get picked up by Dutch friends to go to Portugal,
I am feeling a good wind coming