not hear no music.
Strange.
When, many years ago, entered the room, he was not ever not feel no music.
Whether it was the usual, everyday pieces staged by the Trio, or that it was one of the rare cases in which they presented their new piece, there was always music that immediately enveloped anyone cross the threshold of the room.
Now, however, for the first time, can not hear you.
And, incidentally, it's been several years since.
something must have happened by force, can not be otherwise.
take the final steps, after which it will finally have the answer you seek.
is in, and understands.
around him is empty.
no one would ever expect this.
There is no one, not even a dog.
No customer who is sitting at a table.
Look straight ahead, right, and sees the counter.
There's a man behind to be the bartender.
It is not a man who knows.
When he came into the room, at the time, there were always familiar faces.
Indeed, they were always the same faces circled inside.
Be that as staff, as customers.
Now, do not know who has before his eyes.
may be the son of Joe, the owner of the restaurant, he knew very well in its heyday.
Yeah, could be the son of Joe, and he even knows.
But all this alone makes him feel even a little 'afraid.
not be said to be really sad.
Disappointed, yes, but not sad.
the good times, many years ago when the place was always attended by the same people, when they were always the same faces you saw when you knew by heart the personal history of each, because he had heard a billion times Inside the room, in there because everything was made to repeat itself endlessly, as the songs of the Trio, inevitable accompaniment to a lot of customers who had decided to live their lives in the confirmation of a series of facts, chronicles past and everyday, then when there was all this, there was no room for fear.
You could be sad, unhappy with their lives is always the same, without any stimulation, but you knew that, as things could go wrong, there was always the place to give you the certainty of something.
there, everyone was ready to offer all of himself.
was enough to turn around, to hear a story.
And they were always stories of people, true stories of life, did wrong, of uncertainty, gains and losses and, above all, to repent.
At least, however, there was something to talk about, something that sviava attention from the normal problems that were out.
Because once I entered the room, it was like being in a different way.
problems of everyday life there were always, but it was as if the room inside, it was only the reflection.
And it was there for his comedy act.
Until the end.
As your sadness can be large, it will never be enough, as long as there is someone next to you, which divide.
anyone willing to listen, or tell his story.
Someone who, with his presence fills the void that is inside you.
But now that everything is empty, there is not even that.
Do not have a shoulder to cry on, or up to laugh, hiding a deeper unrest. There
just nothing.
much worse than life outside.
Watch the bartender behind the counter. It's a law
surprised expression in her eyes, as if surprised to see someone enter the room.
Now he wants to try to talk to him.
Maybe it's really the son of Joe, as he had imagined.
Maybe something can tell you what's going on.
Indeed, what is not happening inside the walls always old and never renovated that space completely empty.
As if the room outside, had not wanted to show the wound that nothing inside.
He, like the people who have gone through, he prefers to drown inside own evil thoughts, and keep, outside, the image that has always had for everyone.
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