Sitting in this old fashion bar
sipping a bitter coffee.
I see people walking away...

I look at the red sunset
and the sun seems to joke with me.
I smile and I think about you
and my mind says: "Where are you?"

Still sitting in this old fashion bar
with another bitter coffee.
Other people start leaving...

My phone buzzes like a crazy bat
and the message says to me
that you're coming, you're almost here.
I'm watching the streets,
but from which side of the sunset
will you arrive on?

2024-07-20
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