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Your memory touches down like a tornado,
the autumn sun begins to set again
I watch the drizzle, and as I watch
the spoon stirs in the coffee…

In the last coffee
that your lips coldly
ordered that time
in a sighing voice.
I remember your scorn,
I remember you for no reason,
I hear you in your absence.

“We’re through now,”
you said, a goodbye
laced with sugar and bitterness…

Just like coffee,
just like love, just like oblivion!

Just like the final frenzy
of a senseless resentment…

And there, with your godlessness,
I saw myself die on my feet,
I took the measure of your vanity
and then I understood my loneliness
and pointlessness…

It was raining and I offered you
the last coffee!


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