The artist was singing a well-known song. In the dark hall of the Fillmore. I was tired, feeling old from not being able to bear loud noises.<\/p>\n
A slow rhythm melody to the words I’ll put a spell on you…<\/i> and he took me by my hand to waltz slowly. He stepped slowly due to blistered feet.<\/p>\n
It reminded me of the movie Wicker Park<\/i> of love, obsession and loss.<\/p>\n
And I hear it today, moments of wistful yearning for the days I was in shielded darkness of naivete.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The artist was singing a well-known song. In the dark hall of the Fillmore. I was tired, feeling old from not being able to bear loud noises. A slow rhythm melody to the words I’ll put a spell on you… … Continue reading