BLACK COFFEE

Black coffee, with many sugar.

She drank it afternoon after afternoon. Day after day. Sitting always in the same sofa, in the same way, in front of the same eyes.

They always talked just for talking, about absurd careless things. But in the silences they betrayed themselves.

He observed her, concealing an evil smile. Reading her eyes, entering into her mind.

She, waited patiently. Afternoon after afternoon. Day after day. The answer of a question that she didn't remind if she had formulated.

He, disappeared every afternoon, letting her die in silence. Sitting in the same sofa, in the same way, in front of the same empty coffee cup. With a bitter taste in her mouth. Observing the same armchair that instants, maybe hours, ago, he had been sitting on… like an eternal déjà vu.


* Yeah, the girl in the photo is me. But don’t think I look always this sexy and this glamorous! The text is mine, but the original is the one in Spanish.. I did what I could to traduce it.



CAFÉ SOLO

Café solo, con mucha azúcar.

Lo tomaba tarde tras tarde. Día tras día. Sentada siempre en el mismo sofá, en la misma postura, frente a los mismos ojos.

Hablaban siempre por hablar, sobre cosas absurdas sin importancia. Pero en los silencios se delataban.

Ella, pensativa, perdía la mirada en el infinito.

Él la observaba, sonriendo entre dientes. Leyendo sus ojos, entrando en su mente.

Ella, esperaba paciente. Tarde tras tarde. Día tras día. La respuesta a una pregunta que ya ni si quiera recordaba si había formulado.

Él, desaparecía cada tarde, dejándola morir en silencio. Sentada en el mismo sofá, en la misma postura, frente a la misma taza de café ya vacía. Con un sabor amargo en el paladar. Observando el sillón que instantes, o talvez horas, atrás, él había ocupado... como un déjà vu eterno.