Balada

tequilla sunrise. tokyo has no sunrise. oh it's getting crowded but I still can dance. wow, a cute japanese guy who looks like my friday teacher. wanna kiss him. where's Aulia. ok he's there. 2 am i wanna go home i feel dead. look! a drag queen. huge pink hair she looks like marge simpson. is she's japanese. i can't tell. oh gogoboys. aulia is hypnotized so as the girls in front of the stage. damn i hate gogoboys. they're japanese. lemme look at the other size. old creepy blond dudes. i hate foreigners. they're dancing and looking. looking at the gogoboys. japanese guys taking their t-shirts because nobody will notice now. smart, smart. oh aulia is saying my name. the gogoboy is doing...malabarismo? i dont know the word in english. hey why am i thinking in english. oh it's because i've been using it the whole day. i dont like it talking in english it is like eating ice.

fuck they don't kiss they don't hug they don't touch. i'm bill murray in lost in translation: wanna get off this disco then this town then this country and never come back. house it's playing house. i want voices rhythm soul no eletronic shit. oh the cute guy's coming again. he's close. should i grab his hand. should i or not. should i or not. if he happens to be different. he won't kiss me. he's fag but before it he's japanese. oh he's coming the other side. come back. come back! people are screaming. why. maybe they wanna have sex. maybe they wanna kiss. fucking brazilian blood. it's tickling my veils. i can feel it. better leave this place now. better jump so that i forget i'm a man. better be a kid. better be a kiwi. better live in toronto. canadians say tronto. i know it, i know it. i should say it to someone. seems pretty cool, huh.