A cup of coffee

A green look behind the smoke of a cup of coffee.

A coffee is emptying but is being filled with advices. 

Advices and sincere words are archiving in drawers of your mind.
A fancy mind is always away from the present.

An insistent present is travelling to look for a smile.
A shy, beautiful, smile behind the coffee that is now cold.

The cold of your eyes that speak without words to me and they shine me without light.
The light of this afternoon is vanishing to welcome the dance of the moon.
A daring Moon is swinging between the chords of a song.

A Bob Dylan song accompanies us on this February afternoon. 

February is defrosting and flowing to find the heat of a dawn of spring.

I would like the spring to be warm, a spring which incites to create an orgy of colours, a spring that apart our loneliness, a spring that brings me closer to you.

You, who you now look at the sugar from the bottom of the cup, you shut up. 
We shut up but we know that we have just said everything between silences.

Silence is broken with the metallic sound of the spoon.

The spoon is moved by your hands.
These cold hands are caring a damaged skin; these cold hands are holding a new cigarette.

A dark look behind the smoke of another cup of coffee.

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