FRIKITONA

Somewhere between a glass of wine and the tremor in the bass, that feeling begins – the one where anything is allowed and nothing needs explaining. A boldness awakens in the body, the tongue slides over the rhyme like skin over fire, and even the air seems a little denser. The music sounds like flirting on the verge of a fight: it burns, but it pulls you in even stronger. Every movement is a challenge, every word a game without rules. It's a bit dirty, too revealing, but that's exactly why it's alive. Everything is happening as if in a dream, where no one asks who started it. Just the rhythm, the breathing, and that very feeling that the nite has decided to stay longer.