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Let us talk about love

29 May

This day is a special one. Not only because it is the last of my four live sessions in the month of May, but also because today exactly four years ago I met a special woman in a sunny afternoon in the highlands of Eswatini. Maybe you will know it better as the home of BushFire. Every year they ask you to bring your fire – except for this year, but you can go online on Saturday from 17.00 hours (Central African Time) and see the fire burning. In the afternoon four years ago began a beautiful love story, and what better reason can there be to talk about love.

Live
Thursday May 28th 20.00
End of the Month Love Letter

Let us talk about love, but is it even possible? Does love exist? – As something we can speak about? Is not many of our exchanges of love in vain? But we can feel love … and we can give love.

It is a detail
that defines you
not everyday life

When I read a novel
I am looking
for only one magic sentence

It is like love
I do not care about the story behind
if the woman I choose to spend my life with
gives me just one special moment
then I will have no regrets

Our daily routines
do not define love
but what she does once by chance
she might present you
with many declarations of love
though it is what she does
without thinking about it
that tells you
how she loves you

A love relationship is defined
by a number of mistakes
between two people

If you are looking for love
you will not find it

If you are asking someone to love you
you will not know
he already loves you

Love is not something
that can be spoken about
it exists without reason

Maybe love very often is caught up in circumstance, but love should not be confused with random activities in our lives.

When I was a young boy I believed that sometimes love is not enough, because circumstance can make a love relationship impossible. It was a time, where just the sight of a beautiful woman in the street would make me fall in love with her, and if she gave me a smile, then we already have had sex for several days.

It was definitely a period in my life, where I constantly confused love with sex. My immediate response to the woman next to me was, that I needed to change her, which resulted in numerous break-ups.

If you believe that circumstance can compete with love, then it is because you already left her for the next in line. Love is not a circumstance; it is not a condition or a place to be. Love is a rare moment in time where someone interferes in your business.

Til Christian: II – lytte til døden

14 Sep

LYTTE TIL DØDEN

Jeg troede ikke du ville tale om døden
det ville du heller ikke
du sagde det kontant
ikke noget at tale om
vi var ikke ens
derfor skulle jeg have lyttet til dig
der var altid noget vi skulle nå
jeg troede ikke det var lige nu
i næsten samme åndedrag drømte vi som gamle mænd
så meget god vin som muligt
før det ville være for sent
det sagde du ikke
helt på din måde
men på din egen måde
og jeg skulle have lyttet efter
men hvad skulle jeg have hørt
vi gjorde hvad vi gjorde
og skulle fortsætte ud af de tangenter
vi spillede på
ikke dvæle ved døden
at den ene skulle ånde ud
var ikke vores dagsorden
jeg fortryder intet
der er ikke noget jeg kan sige
tilstanden døden
et mareridt
min tilstand af fravær
jeg taber evnen til at gå
men jeg bevæger mig
det er en glæde at en mand
berører mig hjerte
så jeg bliver til en naturtilstand
en virkelig handling
større end du og jeg

Til Christian: I – en grusvej

13 Sep

EN GRUSVEJ

Jeg ved ikke om det er om dagen
eller om natten jeg har det værst
søvnen er en kamp
om liv og død
det er ikke svært at sove
jeg vil gerne forsvinde
fra det sted
jeg befinder mig
jeg har ingen vilje til at bevæge mig
det er en grusvej i høj fart
jeg overser hullerne i vejen
nogle gange er jeg heldig
at flyve over luften under mig
andre gange sidder jeg fast
et slag, en hård lyd
med et brag slutter det

Solens stråler

14 Mar

P1040452

Vil jeg ikke altid
prøve at gøre den splittede
solstråle i april
til hele livet?

Jeg iscenesætter
solen som mit modersmål
enhver pige jeg møder
bliver symbol på ækvators
overbelyste velsignelse
skinnende og blank.

Hun er måske hvidglødende sort
hendes hvide tænder
besegler den vej jeg følger
og øjnene oplyser mig
på tværs af gaden,

men lige såvel
er det hende blanke hår
der bringer mig tilbage til livet
det afslører
den helt lyse hud
med de meget små
sorte øjne
hendes mutte
indadvendte blik
skjuler et glødende hjerte
pumpende
blæser det hende begær
op i fyldte balloner,

eller hun er det lyse hår i nord
der vikler mig ind i fantasier
om usikker kærlighed
de smukke afventende øjne
giver mig lov til at handle.