THE EMBRACE OF THE COFFEE'
by Annalisa Copiz
Bolivia,
Baroque churches,
infernal mines.
The cavern of the earth spits dusty flames.
Still speak to me tonight,
not do leave but the dark abduct me the stars,
don't leave that the sleep hides me the moon.
The warm embrace of my black coffee
he/she won't leave that the night brings away my fairies.
He/she listens to my silence,
you will feel a gone crazy heart
what it rolls me in the uncontrolled breast.
The intense aroma of my black coffee
it will return to slip on the cloth of my pillows.
I will dream your fingers on the contour of my lips
to ask a kiss still ever had.
It will shake me the wind to whip in the back,
but I will return to rest on your soft lips.
I still plunge me in the sea of my black drink,
to possess the wealth of the water.
The rebellious spirits of the grainy fund
they climb me pel face in the dewy morning.
Sleeping among notes of vanilla,
inebriated by the vapors of the soft coffee,
I form aromatic embroideries of evanescent temptations.
The round seduction of the dessert and solid perfume
it blooms in the rite of a wood bath of guaiaco.