A Meeting Point

"Different languages and just a beer in a hand. Stories about the origin of each person and nationalities. The world is really different with we find the others in a song and a night however the rain or the snow, because the people can meeting in time to recognize its life and the importance for this night of the others. Then, the real exposition of the civilisation exists in an Irish pub in an European little city, the site of cultures and faces, draft beers and smell of wood and rain and cigar that remains, forever. The meeting point of lonely souls and human night society. 

How many times a person is walking after 1:00am going through the cold nigh after the encounter with the others to be at that moment with himself? Young and "middle age" people, in each step, at end of the night, frustrations and dreams appear to involve the personal story with the rest of the life.  Yes, in a non translated language the vision of the present and future appears to explain the real bricks of the civilisation construction. A building that keeps all fears jealously, without any window necessary but with doors to escape to flight in a moment when the building trade is insufferable. So, it is possible to leave..., after the draft beer.

Remember the sound of the steps in the empty street. The breathing and same soft noise produced by the body movement and the rub of clothes. However the time, in a personal ceremony each one of them leave the pub in different ways without any eagerness, with a smile in the face and the last exchanged words between the human beings not just names or numbers. Different ways, several hearth rates and the sensation to come back tomorrow. Why? It is part of the end of the day.

Sometimes, it is not possible to stay sufficient time to see again the others. But, just that night is needed. Names and bright looks are remembered for years at moment before the dream will arrive and a smile changes the end of the live day, so, when the eyes are closed in the moment with the sleep start the last image in the brain was the road traveled after the last drink of beer. For nothing the thoughts and frustrations, no oldest lovers or responsibilities for the light day after the morning beginning.  Just the end of a meeting moment with the others without dancing, only talks."