Tuesday, June 19, 2012

She never did make it to Santa Barbara with me,

There was always a time to throw away those past and future regrets to live our lives uncompromised.

Our passion eclipsed our fear for those summer days even if it was just for the briefest of moments. We lived in the moment.
one spontaneous situation after another.

Our faces shone like diamonds
and we laughed with the ease of children
at our misfortunes.

We ended up in Harlem and spent time with Olga,
our beautiful friend from the Czech Republic.
Drinking vodka, talking music
laughing about people and life,
i sat in her apartment dreaming of visiting Praha
with my own eyes.

Now Olga moved to Brooklyn
we are plotting to go see her quite soon.
Perhaps even make it all the way to Prague
in the springtime.

i have sang that song with crowds of thousands
but it meant so much more with a crowd of 10.
We belted out the words with an amateur drunken flair.

for lack of a better word the night felt like....






magic.

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