I shut the door then I look into his eyes.
He’s a ghost which makes me realize
why I will never be with him, but you know, he’s nice sometimes
just too pale under the white light.
Do people bring marker pens to vandalize?
I just wonder as I stare at these writings on the wall,
gray door - I don’t know.
Te quiero, Te extraño,
of course, all in Spanish!
He has this shiny little key and I wish
he holds it still while I help myself.
Now that's my friend!
I have no regrets when he makes it all glittery
in front of me, I won’t die - don’t be silly,
it’s nothing he says, no pain.
Now I get scared,
it goes straight to my head.
I hate the feeling,
a first-time for everything.
There is a loud blast outside,
mixed voices and a wild night
He gets out first and I remain here
in this filthy box full of doodles and writings.
Expressions of love and hate around me.
Coming out of the light now to be free
in this darkness I created.
All I can think though, will he buy me a beer?
too poor to buy anything, to even be traveling
until now, but maybe he will.
Now how did I get here?
He said he needed to get something
as we couldn’t stand in the dark, empty space
anymore, I guess we got here too early.
It smelled like that typical atmosphere
of party animals and all strangers around here.
Then he found the man outside, to my surprise
on a crowded street of Medellin, he asked the price.
Just like that, I couldn’t believe, too crazy don’t you think?
I’ll stay away, he seems to know the way.
Just Danke Schoen to him, I say.
Suddenly my wallet fell from my hand, ohhh fuck!
Hey that’s mine, now give it back!
The man shouted at me, he thought it was his.
Was he just pretending - I don't know, why am I here?
Why am I being crazy?
Now of all time, of all places to be clumsy,
to be stupid, in this dangerous transaction.
Anyway, my friend got his potion.
There was this other place, we could go inside.
We were not allowed there - so nowhere to hide.
Everyone remembered our faces,
obviously, we couldn’t go to certain places.
So he paid the local guy, the one who thought I’m bad.
Then my crazy friend got mad,
I had never seen his snowflake face like that.
Leaving this place soon, for good - I’m done.
But then he said sorry, everyone's sorry!
I guess we make it easy
for anyone to earn easy money.
I don’t know, to survive in this city?
If you don't have money here,
then don't fuck with the police.
Even if everything is cheap.
Madness I know, so we left no trace.
We marched back to the other place.
Now the mirror in the bathroom says this way please,
first, look at my face
so far everything’s the same
nothing funny, nothing’s changed.
I guess I’m good to go,
outside now is a different world
bright flashes of yellow, red and blue lights
Perhaps I’m in for a long night
Strange music filled the cold air.
His cigarette smoke burns my hair
my hand chokes a cold bottle of beer
for a while, it’s free - he makes it up to me.
I can float or run above their heads, this feeling
inside, I love everything here!
As the music gets louder,
it’s getting better.
Now I feel happier.
Colorful dust, falling stars, smiles, and hands around.
Loud beats pump my heart
back to oblivion, it’s too good, this crowd.
Salt from moving bodies around,
the siren, the sound,
and all that makes it hard to swallow,
that is normal, he says, tonight no more sorrow.
Just a story of a lost soul.
Only tonight I stay.
Mirror in the bathroom this way
first, before I dance the night away.