Coffee & Cigarettes

** I know this is an English class but since it is a multigenre course I’ll share this poem I wrote in Spanish that cannot be appreciated in any other language but the one it was originally written in.**

        Cuando La

           Pluma

            Inspira

Cuantas noches han pasado

       desde la ultima vez que te vi

       tu rostro suave y delicado

                 tus labio llenos y rojizos

       Tu juventud plena y deslumbrante

                 tus manos firmes

                   tu pelo sutil

           tus curvas llenas

       y tus senos brotando amor

Hace mucho tiempo que deje de pensar en ti

     y como lluvia en tiempo de sequia

                                 llegas tu

            a regar mis deseos

      para hacerlos crecer

            como hierbas 

        sin orientacion

                    y sin

                                        razon.

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**Translation**

When the Pen Inspires

How many nights have passed by

since the last time I saw you

Your soft and delicate face

Your red full lips

your bursting stunning youth 

your firm hands

your teeming curves      

and your breasts full of love

It was long ago that I stopped thinking of you

and like rain during a drought

you come

to water my desires 

and make them grow

like wild weeds

with no orientation

and no

reason.