It is simple the coffee I drink
From this small coloured cup
It has the colors of my life
Cheerful, happy, lived in full.
It is black the coffe I drink
Milled grain of the sad joy
Of seeing my dream defeated
And had felt for a moment
The Bitter taste of losing.
(This poem was writen after losing a poetry contest in June/2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The comparison of life with coffee is nice. The bitterness common to both but the joy also they give are expressed. The feeling is very poetically said. Enjoyed the poem