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Coffee is back

Many years as distant friends

have collapsed in a blink

and sank into a hot cup that reassures

my hand and my wild thoughts.

Regret tastes not good

to me and is a dish I do not order.

Even a cup of coffee can be half full.

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Just wait

My hand is pink and soft,

It points forward and is ready to grab yours.

Do you see it in this autumn fog?

The orange trees cheer us up when

Ups and downs entertain us

And give us reasons for long coffees.

Noisy job, noisy pals

I bounce in my day

from a not-so-shy alarm clock

To a vibrating train,

Reaching whistling bus.

Arrived, I am now protected

By peers and furniture.

Only the instruments do not collaborate

And offer me agitation, shaking, bubbling, and stirring

On a silver platter.

Holidays

Your pipettes are still smoking

And your notes on scrap paper

When the holidays arrive.

A feeling of incomplete and guilt descends

While you leave the long concrete corridor.

your mind rushes

to plan and refine elegant experiments

Not to waste time

While your bikini awaits you.

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