Sitting inside Starbucks I was looking out and I had the feeling that I was sitting at the theatre as an spectator that ... to watch a various and full of life humanity, crowded of strange people, bitch and old, fat, sweaty, retired man, sitting on the form, in the shadow of the palm grove, slowly in one's movements, they turns one's eyes exchanging intriguing smiles between indifferent Chinese tourists walking quickly in group, while an unlikely western traveller to look up Lonely Planets guide in confirmation to be arrived on the right spot ... on the borderline on the form where the western hands meeting the far east breast.
And while the night is falling on the extreme city to loom up on the sky the first shy star, to glue on the ceiling of a go go bar, or to glue on the brown nipple of a young go go girl, the moonlight to mixed up with street lamp light and to illuminate sand, sea, palm three and lovely Asian girls.
I saw her winding as a catlike ... she paused in the front of the Starbucks looking for a silk scarf, and turn one's gaze on my eyes.
A soft red bud rose mouth, an orchid amid her legs.
From the Starbucks terrace I was watching down below the row of the palms, people walking slowly, at the horizon, under the sky, some boats at moorage to the open sea.
It is growing dark in Pattaya and when the distinction between night and day is not still clear and all it's confused, I had a particular perception of the time, and along seafront the atmosphere became pleasant and relaxed, didn't notice uneasy between people seated side by side on the bench, French, Germans, Italians, Thai and Cambodians speaking a mix of few English and Thai words, sometimes I to hear an unequivocal Italian word.
Hello sexy man ... Bai nai ? go with you ... pompino.
Many grammar mistake and a sureness ... any teacher will use one's tongue without speak ... as a thai room-mate during a private lesson.
Unexpectedly a smell of smog from the car silencer **** me up, I go back Starbucks and at the counter I met two well off middle age women, most probably some Russian, smart, scent, with too much make up, as a matrioska doll, but they to look unhappy.
When I saw her husband .. two polar bears with shorts and slippers, I realize the price of that unhappy richness.
Coming out from the Starbucks, I was walking along seafront, while I'm going past that people taking words, expressions and hint, I seem to loose in the chattering of nonsense and to chase myself up to Soi nine.
Walking down without to pay attention to the melody of the elder baby, aged a lot, between strange dreams to built on sand, palm, farang and shell, inside I was listening, the sirens song's and ... bewitch as Ulysses I removed my cork, shipwrecked inside her black eyes, deep as the sea, dazed by her smile as two white pearls row in the darkness of the night.
Ending rolling between unmade ****, driving in her body, resurface with my one's mouth tinged of Asian taste, cling to the her body overwhelm by an heat wave of passions turning around sinking ourself in the deep whirlpool of pleasure.
At last as a shipwrecked person at the mercy of the that passion sea, I was hurl ... one more time, on the beach.
When I woke up, my face was sink into the pillow, amid an hazy dream, wet towel, sperm and lipstick track, used condoms, notes fold in half, a blue mobile phone number write on the span of mine right hand.
I'm still alive.
And while the night is falling on the extreme city to loom up on the sky the first shy star, to glue on the ceiling of a go go bar, or to glue on the brown nipple of a young go go girl, the moonlight to mixed up with street lamp light and to illuminate sand, sea, palm three and lovely Asian girls.
I saw her winding as a catlike ... she paused in the front of the Starbucks looking for a silk scarf, and turn one's gaze on my eyes.
A soft red bud rose mouth, an orchid amid her legs.
From the Starbucks terrace I was watching down below the row of the palms, people walking slowly, at the horizon, under the sky, some boats at moorage to the open sea.
It is growing dark in Pattaya and when the distinction between night and day is not still clear and all it's confused, I had a particular perception of the time, and along seafront the atmosphere became pleasant and relaxed, didn't notice uneasy between people seated side by side on the bench, French, Germans, Italians, Thai and Cambodians speaking a mix of few English and Thai words, sometimes I to hear an unequivocal Italian word.
Hello sexy man ... Bai nai ? go with you ... pompino.
Many grammar mistake and a sureness ... any teacher will use one's tongue without speak ... as a thai room-mate during a private lesson.
Unexpectedly a smell of smog from the car silencer **** me up, I go back Starbucks and at the counter I met two well off middle age women, most probably some Russian, smart, scent, with too much make up, as a matrioska doll, but they to look unhappy.
When I saw her husband .. two polar bears with shorts and slippers, I realize the price of that unhappy richness.
Coming out from the Starbucks, I was walking along seafront, while I'm going past that people taking words, expressions and hint, I seem to loose in the chattering of nonsense and to chase myself up to Soi nine.
Walking down without to pay attention to the melody of the elder baby, aged a lot, between strange dreams to built on sand, palm, farang and shell, inside I was listening, the sirens song's and ... bewitch as Ulysses I removed my cork, shipwrecked inside her black eyes, deep as the sea, dazed by her smile as two white pearls row in the darkness of the night.
Ending rolling between unmade ****, driving in her body, resurface with my one's mouth tinged of Asian taste, cling to the her body overwhelm by an heat wave of passions turning around sinking ourself in the deep whirlpool of pleasure.
At last as a shipwrecked person at the mercy of the that passion sea, I was hurl ... one more time, on the beach.
When I woke up, my face was sink into the pillow, amid an hazy dream, wet towel, sperm and lipstick track, used condoms, notes fold in half, a blue mobile phone number write on the span of mine right hand.
I'm still alive.
