Or, should I say Mr. firelight?
What a night the St. John's
It was.... really surrealistic. Well, I guess that's the way it should be: magic. I laughed sheltered by the sound of waves and people chatting and singing, I was mesmerized by the fire and its strange sparks, and danced to the rhythm of drums wearing a long skirt, which brushed my legs over and over, and the dark sand hit by my feet.
It was everything I could ask for a night.
/O más bien diría "Mr firelight"
Menuda noche la de San Juan.
fue... muy surrealista. pero bueno, supongo que es lo que debía ser: mágica. Reí cobijada por el ruido de las olas y de la gente charlando y cantando, me hipnoticé con el fuego y sus caprichosas chispas, y bailé a ritmos de tambores con una falda larga y ligera rozando mis piernas, y arena oscura chocando contra mis pies.
Y fue todo lo que le pude pedir a la noche.
"You came to me one Summer night...
And the nights you don't come my way, I'll pray and pray more each day...
because we love you, Mr. Moonlight"
Penny Lane ♥