In the semi-darkness the pebbles look like coffee beans.

And you look like an angel.

Let’s stay, then, in the semi-darkness,

Here, where the sea has the flavor

Of freshly roasted coffee.

Tell me again the most important thing:

Not the fake “love you!” of midsummer,

Not the pretended care of my wounds

-the abandonment wound still hurts,

by the way!-

No, these don’t really matter.

Tell me, most of all, the recipe

For your Espresso Macchiato!

How come, by what marvelous talent, that

It tastes both like passion and betrayal?

Oh, You must be an angel!

Yeah, that was ironic,

by the way.