Mr moonlight

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"

Peace and Love,

Penny Lane ♥