The '' Jeff's coffee''

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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