It s a party..
all dressed in black and white..
i was not really in the mood for that party
but i did joined it..
i was visiting the bar
time and again
always feeling anxious when there is only one drop in my glass..
i interacted with people there
it s my best part
i love people in parties..
all drunk telling their stories
women try to find an escape
a near to them feeling
someone who understands
someone like them
someone with a similar story..
men try to be kind
always lie about them
some of them
those who cannot lie
they don t speak too much..
the hostess a really mad old lady..
she is about 64 years old..
she never drinks a drop of alcohol
only milk in her favorite cup..
at the end of the party
she offered me that cup to drink..
no glasses left
and i emptied the last drops left of wine in it..
she looked at me so deeply..
and she offered me her bright smile..
and it felt shining into me..
"Take care of your self and never forget to lock that door when it must be locked" she said..
"And don t hide the keys, you hid them and you always know where they are..it s like a farce to your own self.."