an acid smell in the air
and a bright and lighted smile
had intensively enlighted my eyes
and we kept on talking

presence, “wants” and “does”
not declared but in fact a sin
now, with an other smell
not in the air but, in my skin

partying monster,
clapping hands and moving ribs.
we kept pushing and dancing
like one day had a “dancing queen”

and now before the night falls
again that acid smell
not in my skin, but in my soul
the sound is loud, the city is music,
hey b-boy let’s lost control.


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