EVERY DAY IS DAY AFTER

Ibiza nights are long.
Im dancing until my heart beats music.
Dancing my shoes and clothes of. Dancing until I cry or hit or kiss someone.
Dancing until I almost kill someone or I almost kill myself.
Night life 2018.

Every morning, no matter sleep level, hot ristretto and radio at the rooftop. Wet air from the underground life. Just stillness, post shower.