The Piano Man

Rodrich entered the bar when needed. At 9 o'clock Saturday night, I always got into the bar slowly. Next to him there are too many old people to enjoy blonde hair and his gin. The man sighed. "Can you leave memories? I do not know what it is, but when I was wearing young people, I was very upset, and it was completed I knew that I did. "Go to his gin. Rodriguez decided to play his song for him. This song is filled with memories of the past.

A man of piano is playing. Eriksati is his museum, and me and his audience have some uncertain mistakes. Sitting on a smooth wooden shelf, there are hundreds of old and new books around us. Coffee is waiting for brewing and breakfast. From the balcony where I was sitting, a green hill was watching us, peering through the snow - covered mountains from the back. They are all listening to the piano. He is playing Gnossienne No. 1 with Erik Satie. This is CaféIlliterati in McLeodganj, India. The pianist is its owner Yannik. In addition, I may have left my body, because when Yannik is on the piano my idea may spiral with the passage of time and memories may not be completed. Like a piano piece, my idea is twisted and perfectly harmonized, as it lacks rhythm and structure and forms a beautiful abnormality. This is definitely one of my favorite moments in my life.

People in the piano seem to feel better. At least that's what he said. I saw a manager smiling at a pianist. They are around the neck, and everyone can see it. You can deceive yourself for for a while to forget your dear old life, but do not forget to die. There is a long, cold, big sleep there, we are all waiting for you, and this is a long time if you think so. When facing music, most people did not take any measures.