El último café
Cátulo Castillo
The last coffee
Your memory arrives in a whirlwind,
returns in the autumn at dusk
I look at the drizzle, and as I look,
the coffee spoon spins.
From the last coffee
that your lips with cold,
asked for that time
with the voice of a sigh.
I remember your disdain,
I evoke you without reason,
I hear you without being there.
'What we had ended,'
you said in a goodbye
of sugar and ice...
Just like coffee,
like love, like forgetting!
Like the final vertigo
of a resentment without reason...
And there, with your cruelty,
I saw myself die standing,
measured your vanity
and then I understood my loneliness
without a reason...
It was raining and I offered you, the last coffee!
