I sit on the terrace at the \'\'Jeff\'s coffee \'\'
And I I watch life go by ,
beckonning me to follow it ,
between concrete tropics
and asphalt trade winds ...
the human comedy weaving
stories from the fleeting moments...
Dazed passerby who think you always
have time and leaves in your wake
a thousand masks-like so many messages
that no one picks up ...
At the \'\'Jeff\'s coffee \'\' there\'s no past ,
only destinies ...
The city shadows compose rhapsodies
on weary cobblestones .
some would like to regain human face
and wake up on a distant forgotten island ...
On the terrace at the \'\' Jeff\'s coffee \'\'
I watch love pass by ...
You will be late again next summer
and if you ever feel like coming up to me ,
what would I have to say to you ?
It\'s always the same with these old acquaintances
who took away for fear of having to recognize you...
There are some urban misunderstandings that leave
a bitter aftertaste of trivialities ...
I am just waiting for my white lady of solitude .
The \'\' Jeff\'s coffee \'\' is always open
for the midnight\'s visitors...
In the riddle of a lungo I would read the omens .
And finally would I find the words ...
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