I was thinking.
The tables are empty, the light is dim and warm, will soon open.
The bartender finished cleaning the house and take a small empty glass.
it rests on a large table, sits down, closes his eyes.
slowly spreads playing a piano, the music moves gently among the tables, go through the door, out into the street.
A scarf of warm notes spanning trees, sparrows, men and women, the clouds and everything. He sees
serve and smile, speak and give a hint of warmth, happy faces, absorbed, loud laughter, to those who enter, a moment of happiness.
It 's time to close, he gets up from the piano and takes the glass that had rested.
The cat's paw and the bartender wakes up next, looking to see smiles.
He hears a meow and looked down on that sweet face, with eyes that ask "What are you doing?".
She bends to him and them holds out his hand with the glass, her eyes both shine. "You know, tonight I drink a sip of life, you should do more to end the day. Each day has a different taste, perhaps tonight. "It rests gently to his lips and quietly savor every drop.
The cat jumps in my arms and licks his cheek,
both out.
The light goes out.
"Dolce"
This night is so delicate, but I'm filling that glass.
I had a dream this afternoon when I slept strangely.
not supposed to make one. Make your way, I know you are coming.
Then we can toast together and thank the cat, picking up and at rest. Good night
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