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I love you to my wayI love you to my way, absently and distantly,
like the moon, distant and solitary, admires to the sea,
onlooker and insurgent.
I love you to my way
this that is to you so strange,
for that you do not give already breath,
which you think to vanish,but I love you and stress it,
even this way, forget it, because thus it you is more natural,
of this form you are more sensual.
I like you and forget it
because otherwise you restrict and are different, forget it ,
omit my to feel if you are going to be quiet,
smile and postpone that detail,
look at me with happy curiosity, blush your cheeks,
relegate my love, relegate.
Any more do not stop being my insomnia,
do not stop inspiring love in me,
des hears my heart, disdains,
until one day you decide to risk.
Santiago Serrano R ( Serrarte)
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The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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