'' Café,''I tell my nose and remember that smell that awakens.
dawns and I think I remember my grandmother making coffee,
Meanwhile, with my boy face, she smiled and she smiled back.
''Coffee'' I repeat to my ears, who are a little confused.
But I remember, maybe 13, when once heard
''Take a little sugar ''and followed the sage advice.
''Coffee'' tell my language, recedes, thinking about the burning
burning hot, too hot, and cheeks laugh souvenir
taste also think that bitter taste of the morning
Mornings long trips that preceded the country at 15.
''Coffee'' tell the skin, and recalls the uncomfortable feeling of hot coffee
and burning, heat, remember, with a little pain
almost necessary to be awake on long trips and work.
''Coffee'' say to the delight of the eyes, those who remember that dark color
And the times he saw as he was served, either in glasses or cups
poorly understood None of this, and looked, but did not understand.
''Coffee'' tell my memories, which bring thousands of names and brands
No
with special meaning, but it reminds me every kind of variety,
And those times, I decided to suspend the 17, with cappuccinos.
''Coffee'' say last time, just listening to the heart
And I only brought a bit of everything
file All I think when they heard this word
And your tender eyes were only
Your eyes, your brown eyes
