{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"hearthis.at","provider_url":"https:\/\/hearthis.at","height":"150","width":"100%","title":"Midnight Blues","description":"MIDNIGHT BLUES\n\nHe sat alone in the corner of a small Madrid bar, a forgotten figure in a room that had long stopped noticing him. His spoon traced slow circles through a cup of cooling coffee, the soft clink barely audible beneath the low murmur of the crowd.\n\nOn the dimly lit stage, the blues band eased into a late\u2011night groove where frenq\u2019s saxophone cried with a weary tenderness, while pbelgium\u2019s guitar answered in warm, smoky phrases that curled through the room like incense.\n\nThe man\u2019s eyes drifted toward the music, but not quite into it\u2014his thoughts were somewhere far beyond the bar\u2019s cracked tiles and flickering neon. Memories rose and fell like tides, carrying him through old regrets, half\u2011forgotten loves, and the quiet weight of years lived too fast and remembered too slowly.\n\nAround him, rumour swelled, glasses clinked, and life carried on. Yet he remained suspended in his own stillness, wrapped in a solitude only the blues could understand.\n\nAnd as the band played on, the night deepened, folding him gently into its melancholy embrace.\n\nMidnight Blues.","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/img.hearthis.at\/8\/5\/3\/_\/uploads\/9697922\/image_track\/14105746\/w1200_h628_q70_ptrue_v2_m1775457465----cropped_1775457462358.jpg?m=1775457465","thumbnail_width":1200,"thumbnail_height":628,"html":"