{"id":2802,"date":"2022-05-24T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-05-24T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=2802"},"modified":"2022-05-23T14:38:44","modified_gmt":"2022-05-23T12:38:44","slug":"spells","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2022\/05\/spells\/","title":{"rendered":"Spells"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-color\" style=\"color:#0099cc\"><strong><font color=\"#0099cc\" size=\"2\">Image<\/font><\/strong><span style=\"color: #0099cc;font-size: small\"><strong>:<\/strong><\/span> <span style=\"color: #0099cc;font-size: small\">\u00a9\ufe0f Andres Stadelmann<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"has-text-align-right wp-block-heading\" style=\"font-size:17px;line-height:1.5\"><strong>Author<\/strong>: Andres Stadelmann<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p>Spells<br>Toppled by storms<br>And strands<br>Born to brush a little with your feet<br>Sometimes with your hands<br>But never with your eyes<br><br>Sheets, smells<br>You kick with your feet<br>And you reach for those hands<br>But the touch is too far to keep away from those&nbsp;<br><br><br>Those voices I hear<br>They can breathe<br>And sometimes think<br>And often drift<br>Into that land of dreams<br><br>But when my hands rejoin<br>To something offscreen<br>And try and stay awake<br>By that touch of fatigue<br>And I try and stay awake<br>Thinking of those brave, brave men<br>And the spikes in the bush<br>And the fire of that dream<br>Thinking clean<br>Thinking clean<br>A touch of a spleen<br><br>And those souls lost in paradise<br>How shall I think of thee<br>And that touch oh so dry<br>And that mouth oh so still<br>Only dreaming<br>Only dreaming<br>To that still of a hill<br><br>But when I try, when I try<br>When I try<br>To dream far<br>Just a foot<br>Just a touch<br>Of that fiery hill<br><br>Please<br>Please<br>Take me<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a id=\"_msocom_1\"><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Image: \u00a9\ufe0f Andres Stadelmann Author: Andres Stadelmann SpellsToppled by stormsAnd strandsBorn to brush a little with your feetSometimes with your handsBut never with your eyes Sheets, smellsYou kick with your feetAnd you reach for those handsBut the touch is too far to keep away from those&nbsp; Those voices I hearThey can breatheAnd sometimes thinkAnd often [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1002366,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[72],"tags":[36],"class_list":{"0":"post-2802","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-2022-spring","7":"tag-poetry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2802","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1002366"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2802"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2802\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2802"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2802"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2802"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}