Barcelona

It was wonderfully realxed in the train,

i was going to Barcelona, and it was my birthday,

So i made poems for everyone in my coupe,

and wrote a lot about my journey

when i finally got there, i went to the restaurant called Juicy jones, because i was going to stay with my friends,
friends from my family,
who knew me as a child,

and their 3 children played with me in Enschede

I could not recall any of this, but i knew that it was going to be minblowingly good, to see these guys,

and it was,
they became, part of my family

 they had a restaurant where i could eat every day for free,
My tram ticket was covered and it was a dancing world where i got sucked into

i was really exited and they were too.

One of the most glorious compliments some one ever gave to me was from the mother,

"Wauw, now i see that you really are a poet"

So many nice things she said that i am afraid of typing it , for it might lose their magic

One of her sons, Abraham,
became like a brother to me, like really,
we did everything together, and he even brought me to 'his forest'

when i left, he said "There would be always a piece of you in this Forest"

We danced, wrote, made songs about the sun,  loved every girl we passed by and learned each other the way we were,

Our true selves. we needed the other one, really, to let us open up our souls and enlighten the wounded parts of ourselves
His crazyness was from another soul,

So my time in Barcelona was really a going away present for me, this was how my journey said goodbye to me

I went to Karate with the boys, we danced together, i had a most wonderful talk with the father of the family.
and in the end the father, bought me a plain ticket to Holland,
for i was to homesick to travel further, i needed some time with my family.