A smoke filled café, a man that has an infinite desire for fulfillment, a face (a heart) among the others that for a moment seems finally to correspond to his need.

The encounter with a fascinating human being can change one’s life: is she the one? The ideal cannot be more real than she is!

It is not a matter of a one night stand: it is a question of someone that is capable of welcoming and understanding the feelings of the “old tomcat”, whose voice has not yet become hoarse and whose mind has not yet been clouded by alcohol.

Thousands of images, sorrows and hopes in a single moment. Above all, the fear that once again it may be a false alarm, that the sensation of falling in love may be transient and revealed as a rip-off. Humanly unbearable.

Too late: she has left and he has inevitably fallen in love.

There is no bitterness, though: the life of those who are fully human is made like this, and another beer will help to live it…

 

I Hope That I Don’t Fall in Love with You (Tom Waits)

Well I hope that I don’t fall in love with you

’Cause fallin’ in love just makes me blue

Well the music plays and you display

Your heart for me to see

I had a beer and now I hear you callin’ out for me

And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you


Well the room is crowded, people everywhere

And I wonder, should I offer you a chair

Well if you sit down with this ol’ clown

I’ll take that frown and break it

Before the evening’s gone away

I think that we could make it

And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you


Well the night does funny things inside a man

These ol’ tomcat feelings you don’t understand

Well I turn around to look at you

And you light a cigarette

I wish I had the guts to bum one

But we’ve never met

And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you


And I can see that you are lonesome just like me

And it being late you’d like some company

Well I turn around to look at you

And you look back at me

The guy you’re with he’s up and split

The chair next to you is free

And I hope that you don’t fall in love with me


Now it’s closing time the music’s fading out

Last call for drinks, I’ll have another stout

I turn around to look at you

You’re nowhere to be found

I search the place for your lost face

Guess I’ll have another round

And I think that I just fell in love with you

LP: “Closing Time”, 1973 – 3’52” – Written by: T. Waits.