| In the end of the world, right at it's end - just around the street's corner, there was a small bar (maybe it still exist there even now) In this bar works a young waitress. Every day she serves the customers tables - actually she's more a barmaid then a waitress. Every day she works so hard: cleans the glasses, gives every one who enters the door - his drink, she mixes the drinks, the colors & even the names & gives everyone his special drink with it's special name. One night that was a little weak & slow & full with mystery when the stars hided behind the fog, she let herself rest a little from that passing day. As she was cleaning the glasses & arranging them, like soldiers in a raw, Came to her the sensation that this evening is a bit different from the others - Not like the day before Suddenly the door opened & in front of her approaced with recovering manly steps a mysterios figure, dressed in a long raincoat. He turned the bar chair toward him, arrenged his sitting & sat down, took his wet hat off & a few rain drops fell on her wet cheek from the sweat of work. "What will you drink"? - she's asking. "What ever you are making" - he's saying with a voice that seem soft to her. She's pouring to a Crystal Clear glass of wine - a small amount of Bananas Liqueur - Her favourite drink & Just because it's so easy to make: Clear as water, Golden as Gold & pure as The Moon. A worm hand - touch/untouching her hand is sweeping & awaking her from her thoughts. She looks at him while he drinks slowly from the Liqueur, she likes him - The way he move, his slow motions, sad eyes - that looks at her in confidence as seeking a saviour to her deliverance. "Is it raining outside?"- she's asking him as she cleans the glasses from the drinkss' scraps that was stucked to them. "Yes"- he answers - with a sad & tender voice. "I even didn't notice! - she's saying - "all day long I work inside this bar serving people & I even haven't noticed it's raining today". He's smiling, a sad smile, under his wet hair - rain drops falls from his hairs to the drink creating a new color in it. She looks at him & think what she can do to take a little bit from this sadness & share it. Words won't help, she thinks, words just makes things heavy, distract the emotions to get out & FLY. - She knows that, she's familiar with everyones storys - guess she mixes peoples stories too. She understand the switch between the word & the feeling. She knows happy/unhappy & unhappy/happy people... at Hearts & Somewhere a sparkled star has fallen in heart, she slowly touch his hand softly & lean toward him & in his ear she whisper a joke that she heared from her customers & Just changed it a bit to fit her taste. He hears the joke that sounds to him - like the most Lovely Music - He ever heard & Someplace a smile has falshed & the wine flows & intoxicat the BLUE Heart & immortalize THAT Warming Moment of Time. |
| The Glass Of Wine |
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