The End of the Line
by 
Victor Gente Delespejo
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Posted: Thursday, April 5, 2007 Word Count: 58 Summary: A lonely night at my favourite rock bar, listening to immortal tunes and chucking down Belgian Ales. The barman is a magician, juggling spirits and CDs all at once. Not a drop is spilled, not a note is missed. I ask for pen and paper and reach the end of the line. One year later, the barman, a good person and friend, dies in a plane crash. This is for him. |
I'm drowning my sorrows
In a juice that ferments
And brewing more troubles
As I feel more content
The end of my palate
Tells me it's time
I've returned, I am there
At the end of the line
The music is playing
The lights are still on
And when the music is over
We'll be present at dawn
In a juice that ferments
And brewing more troubles
As I feel more content
The end of my palate
Tells me it's time
I've returned, I am there
At the end of the line
The music is playing
The lights are still on
And when the music is over
We'll be present at dawn