woensdag 18 november 2009
You are invited.
It's New Year's Eve. I'm among the coolest people ever, they're all incredibly nice and - of course - beautiful. Everyone is dressed up marvellous, not because they had to, just because they wanted to. Glitters, shiny bra's, glistening make-up, dazzling shoes.
The music is great and everyone is dancing on their high heels. It doesn't matter where this party takes place, it's cool anyway, anywhere.
Magical dresses, gorgeous boys, sequins, mysterious masks.
We keep on partying till the sun comes up, and then we continue till night falls. High heels are laying all over the floor, girls are dancing bare feet now.
At last, we fall asleep under the open sky and in our dreams we keep on dancing and dancing.