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In the middle of the night… Which nowadays became my day…
So I sleep until 10 am, I wake up, start doing my daily routine, thinking of her, of my best friends, my sister, my father, my mother, seeing my father getting ready for work, seeing the face that always helps me get by these dreadful days…
After that I start listening to music… We go the whole mile all the time… We start with old school hip-hop, find all the sampled songs… Find all the artists… At one point I find the song that kick starts my heart, then I feel it beating all day along with the bass, the hi-hats, snares and kicks… Then I really start waking up… Feeling the bass while my blood is pumping, hi-hats with every breath I take, snares while I blink… And the kicks? Ah, the kicks, they start kicking in every time I move… So then I start dancing… I start making my heart thump faster, taking more deeper breaths, blinking while doing the moves I love, kicking every time the artist speaks on the beat I create with my body… And I see myself in the mirror… I don’t see a nineteen year old kid, I see a man that starts stomping his battlefield, putting every feeling he has in the dance… And he dances to all the songs he hears… Let it be a hardcore poetry bass infused track or a mild sonata.. .He dances disregarding norms and rules and regulations… They always called me stupid, idiot, freak, weirdo…
“Why do you always dance? Why do you always listen to music? Why do you dance like this? Why can’t you act properly? Why do you act like this? Why do you talk like that? You want to write? Who are you kidding, kid? You want to kick flows? Wanna-be rapper… Why do you always smile when dancing? Why do you always sing those songs?”
BECAUSE I CAN FEEL THEM!!! Stupid fucks, every song became a track to my life, so I figured that I have to share it like that… Through dance, through music, through my way of living… You ask me: “Why do I?”. I ask you: “Why wouldn’t I?”. Why wouldn’t I do me? Why wouldn’t I do all of these things? Because you can’t be real with yourselves? Because your feelings are hidden behind those cool shades? Or maybe because you are just too much of a hipster to dance in the middle of the street? Or maybe sing the lyrics of your favorite songs? I feel them… I feel every beat, every lyric, every breath the singer takes becomes mine… And for some time, I become the real me, the realest me, expressing feeling with my second-hand dance… With my shitty verses… With my stupid poetry and prose… For some time I can combine the things I love the most: music, literature and dance… And my body becomes the pen writing instrumentals on the dancefloor… I was never one of the cool kids or the ones that always had lots of friends nor the kid that chilled with the best people… But I was always the one that put all the feelings he had in something he loved to do…
So you ask me why? Because I go to sleep at 5 in the morning with my favorite songs in my headphones… Why? Because I dance to every song I hear… Why? Because I write down all my feelings… Why? Because when I loved I poured all my feelings in her with the songs I listened to, with the things I wrote, with my dance… Why? Because when hate takes over I just dance, start smiling, and then the hate disappears… And I write it down… Why? Because it’s the only way I can express my feelings… Why? Because I feel…
WHY? BECAUSE I BELIEVE THAT MC’S UPLIFT OUR SOULS!!! DJ’S SPIN THE WORLD WITH THREE FINGERS!!! I BELIEVE THAT ONE DAY BBOYS AND BGIRLS WILL DO HEADSPINS ON TOP OF MOUNTAINS!!! I BELIEVE THAT GRAFFERS WILL COLOR OUR BLUE AND GREY SKIES!!!
Why? Because I believe that one day music, dance and literature will change the world…
So I end my day the same way it starts… Thinking of her, of my best friends,of my sister, my father, my mother… And my heart still has a bass, hi-hats are still there having a beautiful discussion with the snares and the kicks… So when God will ask me why…
I will say to Him: Because I believe in them…