The smell of coffee
Dress me with a kiss
And in the smell of coffee,
Take all you want of me.
Look at me with those eyes
Between hill and sea.
You are a two thousand meter dive
But it is sweet to shipwreck and
run aground in the sand shoals of your arms
That are forever hunting, forever hunting me.
Love me without fear of mistakes
Every day of mine together with you
is the secret guarding against old age.
Brush over me like wind on the hills
Give me back the taste of night that flows into
With modest colors that become a blaze.
Those mining eyes of yours dig inside me every day.
In my life there is the smell of coffee,
You are that perfume, you are that poetry
And I see you between dream and madness
Riding your bike, with me beside you as we are
Age-old calculations are like grounded schooners
In front of our heart and its dilemmas.
Explain your smile to me, when it rises
It opens horizons never seen, it highlights our
I love the wait for every return of yours, inventing
for a new day together with you,
together with you,
together with you.
There is in my life the smell of coffee,
You are my hidden vice and my obsession,
between fantasy and reality
You and I run along the trees of the great avenue
Even when they turn yellow.
~ Francesco Bejor