A home
Somewhat a box
Where everyday life takes place
Waking up in the very center of the home universe;
The living room
Of other people
Makes me feel weird
Especially when it’s quite far away from my own home
Different rules
There’s no bending or violating the rules
Simply out of respect for
The people letting me into their lives and
Letting me live there for free
No matter how long the stay
Power and wealth
Should be spread and shared
Doesn’t both the past and the present tell us
That if a very few people have too much
Power and wealth at their hands,
Something will – sooner or later – go wrong?
And of course, one should always wonder just
How did these people get to have all this money and power?
Seeing a boat the size of a small cruiseliner
Knowing it’s owned buy one single person
In my eyes, this proves that something is wrong with the world
And these luxury yachts are, as I see it,
The symbol of much of what has gone wrong
I’m no longer impressed by these boats
Much bigger than a shuttle boat
Meant for transporting a
Relatively large number of people
And extremely much bigger
Than the large box that i call home
Makes me wonder
Where did it all go wrong?
Italian food art – the pizza
Proper Italian pizza
Lovely
And no tomato sauce stain
Is going to ruin this happy moment
This party for the tongue
Simple solution
Get a new shorts
How moods so rapidly can change
From silence and introversion
And a body language that
Clearly says that something’s wrong
To a vivid smile and enthusiastic talk
In just seconds
It’s wonderful how the most trivial thing
Can make someone so incredibly happy
And how food, especially good food
Can be such a perfect ice-breaker
At the same time, it’s heartbreaking to witness
How talking about oneself and one’s everyday life
Instantly
Can make someone so sad
How can people witness such sadness and
Not be affected?
How can they avoid to offer their support?
They should go see a geologist to get
Their diagnosis
We need hope
We need dreams
We need to see something positive in our future
We must know that rewards are ahead
Why trust a rumour?
Why trust that the stereotypes are correct?
How can you blindly trust another person’s judgement?
What if the others are wrong?
What if it turns out that the middle-aged guy
Looking like a biker
With his long, grey hair
Tattoos
Quite a belly
Beard
Is the most caring and loving person you can imagine?
What if it turns out
That the two of you have no other language in common
Than what you can communicate with your eyes and bodies
Yet still he notices that «I’m so thirsty!»
Is written all over you
The moment he sees you?
And what if the French girl actually doesn’t judge you and
Dislike you
Because of your non-existing ability to speak and understand
Her language
Because, as it turns out, her English is quite good?
And then remember that we’re all basically
The same;
You are being judged by
Your looks
Your clothes
Your voice
Your eye colour
Your ears
Your hair
Your smile
Your language
Your skin colour
Your name
And so forth
Just like you do with everyone else
No, you say? Stuff your naivity and
Stop justifying yourself
You should rather
Go do something with your prejudice
Like
Exposing yourself to people
Especially those different to yourself
The more different the better
Open your eyes, your mouth and your mind
Talk to other people
And stop being so damn blue-eyed
And stop being such a blonde
Expressing yourself using a brush and a canvas
That takes a lot of skill and
Requires some special qualities
And, above all, it takes loads of
Inspiration
You really must have a lot
To say
A lot on your mind and
In your heart
So much, that you’re willing (and able) to
Express yourself through
Some kind of picture
I try my very best to
Break through your wall of
Messages and codes
(Though there might not be any of the kind)
Looking at your work, o artist,
I constantly keep asking myself
«What is it that you want me to see, to realize? What are you trying to tell me?»
I hope that some day
I will be able to reach this new level of understanding
It feels good and
It feels right
The way we hang out together now
(Or was it just because it was the weekend?)
Though it seems you have an issue with
My silence
With me disconnecting from the world and
Drifting away into my own world
To sort things out
To deal with what’s on my mind
To process a ton of new impressions
To fight some demons
We all do this. You do it too
That’s why I get so quiet sometimes
Because it seems you’re at the same place
Then my experience tells me not to disturb
Jazz – the perfect soundtrack to my mind
Full of love and life and hope
With few and wide limitations
Free and genuine
Life-loving and happy
Gloomy and melancholic
Progressive and syncopated
Yet steady and easy-going
Rain came
Washed away some plans
Not too good news
Became an obstacle
But nothing that can’t br
Overcome
Change of plans and obstacles are
Challenges
We should learn to embrace challenges
They make life exciting
They are the core of all learning
Seeing the street artists of this city
Makes me wish for the same thing at home
A quality increase is highly needed
The potential is great
Students. The ones studying music
They will add a lot of quality
What will it take for such students in Norway
To come out in the streets and
Make our streets a perfect scene for enjoying
The fine art of music?
Not to forget all the great dancers
If you do capoeira (for instance)
Why don’t make a little group of 3-4 dancers
And make a show out of it?
We all need direction in our lives
If not exactly north, south, east of west
Then at least something to work for and an incentive for making it
Various role models
Someone to talk to in order to get feedback
On our opinions and experiences
Just some direction
One direction is better than no direction
Several direction can both be confusing and a strength
Find your direction!
