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In the red coffee house, the one that opens

At five in the afternoon, the white lilies

Grow on top of the pianos.

 

The Red Coffee House

In the red coffee house, the one that opens

At five in the afternoon, the white lilies

Grow on top of the pianos.

There hope burns,

Burns through the walls of this great city,

Burning through the rooms,

Throughout all of their corridors and

Penetrates the elevators

Nailing glint in

The walls and the ceilings.

Tears accompany them.

Mornings find me looking for

Pretext to stay, continue anxiously

With despair, to continue the fight.

The cold penetrates so strongly, it

Installs itself in the bones, beats

My face freezes my hope.

Few things were clear.

In some moments nothing is clear,

The fog becomes denser

And there’re no eyes to see.

I am without you in this hotel, that

Is the same as me not being?

I travel through the streets, the red hallways

Have the hotel and I say: God,

Give me reasons to stay,

I need motives to cling to,

My God, my God,

I need to wait for them.

And the streets, the avenues, everything

Comes to meet me and then abandons me;

They do not care and I remain here

With this solitude in my body;

I am still here in the Red Café,

Waiting for it to be five o’clock,

Confident in April.

God, God, give me reasons

To stay

I need motives

To cling,

God, God I need to await them.

Listen, Listen,

Will April come?

 

 

 

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