open, relaxed, conscious and alive from the roots up
(plus Copenhagen and the rest of Europe is just across a bridge)
laying in the sun for hours turned me viking
American Malik, paradox personified,
let us sleep on his couches even when he wasn't home
skjål to Björn and friends
Lund is a Scandinavian jungle town with surreal ravine
we slept at Ebba's - from Lund born and raised,
her boyfriend is Canadian and father is astrologer
domkyrkan was an escape from pouring morning rain
astrological calendar from 300 years back plus
the basement's air thick with spirit -
medicine for the sick soul,
century old wood surrounding me soaked into my pores,
complete
Copenhagen is just like Sweden with more
party, more bicycles and more expensive
the buildings weren't as tall and thin:
esthetic and standing strong
Christiana stirs emotions but intentions are always good
Sarah bjöd:
alcohol, insight, black tea, fruit, artwork and roof over our heads
at Flisen, much Mos Def, Patti Smith and Gangstarr played loud during our hour-long sit
Skåne is rapeseed yellow fields
Simrishamn and Kivik were postcards: udda & vackra
Nina drove us to the coast for a climb
and then to a fine sand beach,
feet in the Sea, I was connected to past and future,
lost in the present.
searching for stones (pure reincarnation)
like childhood,
everything is like stones:
comprised of many small parts and uncontrollably subject to change
Karlskrona marked the end of
The Adventures of Ana and Henna so,
we ate Thai food and too much candy
waited ten hours for a train and wandered in conversation
then said "see you soon, Daniel"
back in Stockholm, I have less than twenty days left in Sweden and graduation tomorrow