Hermoso conciento de Brian Chambouleyron en Bs As 2011
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ENGLISH TRANSLATION
LAST COFFE (Cátulo Castillo/ Hector Stampone)
Your memory arrives in a turmoil.
It gets dark again in Autumn...
I watch the drizzle, and while I watch
the coffee spoon turns...
Of the last coffee
that your cold lips
requested on that occasion
with the voice of a sigh...
I recall your disdain,
I evoke you for no reason,
I hear you without you being here:
"We are through",
you said in a goodbye
of sugar and bitterness...
Just like the coffee,
like the love, like the forgetfulness,
like the final vertigo
of a resentment for no reason...
And there, merciless,
I saw myself die standing up,
I weighed up your vanity
and then I understood my solitude
without what for...
It was raining and I offered you the last coffee
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