Your memory comes in a whirlwind.
Come back in autumn to sunset ...
I look at the garúa and while I look,
Turn the coffee spoon ...
Of the last coffee,
Let your lips dry a cold,
They asked that time,
With the voice of a sigh ...
I remember your disdain,
I evoke you for no reason,
I hear you without you:
'Ours is over',
You said in a goodbye,
Sugar and gall ...
The same as coffee,
That love, that forgetfulness,
That the final vertigo,
Of a grudge without why ...
And there with your impiety,
I saw myself die standing up,
I measured your vanity,
And then I understood my loneliness,
Without what ...
It was raining, and I offered you the last coffee.
Of the last coffee,
Let your lips dry a cold,
They asked that time,
With the voice of a sigh ...
I remember your disdain,
I evoke you for no reason,
I hear you without you:
'Ours is over',
You said in a goodbye,
Sugar and gall ...
The same as coffee,
That love, that forgetfulness,
that the final vertigo,
Of a grudge without why ...
And there with your impiety,
I saw myself die standing up,
I measured your vanity,
And then I understood my loneliness,
Without what ...
It was raining, and I offered you the last coffee.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)