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After Coffee
Being with friends at a coffee shop
Talking, laughing, our voices raised
Stimulated about you, your eyes, your laughter, your anima
Stimulated about life…
Stimulated by the coffee, the aroma, the company…
Depart
the coffee table in that corner is empty.
Empty but yet filled with us.
Every time I stop by the coffee shop and look at that corner table, I remember
The melody of your voice, your colorful laughter of sensations
you and I
Our encounter
I still remember our very unique happiness, fumes sparkling in the empty space, invading, like the aroma of coffee in my mouth.
-Mari Plaza-Munet
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