Put it on my bill and don't worry, it's almost the fifteenth, neighbor.
Let him come with well-loaded stories.
Let the ground heaven come down to the palate.
May he accompany us in all seasons.
So strong that it annihilates Monday's laziness,
painted with a little bit of Sunday afternoons,
I stir it and turn it so many times until
that is as addictive to the eyes as Times Square .
So pure that tall buildings are reflected,
as in the lakes of Central Park ,
and so we take in the view in sips.
That when preparing it sounds like waves of caffeine,
and makes us remember grandma's coffee in a pot .
Neighbor , No sugar! Please,
Here we sweeten it with the taste of the present.
That is... so hot that it makes the sun come out,
melt time and pause speed
in which this city runs, as if it were warming it
with the torches of the Statue of Liberty .
Let's give ourselves a caffeine overdose,
until we rose to the top of the Empire State Building ,
That by tasting it we distance ourselves from human trafficking
and accompany us on a walk through these movie-like streets.
With so much foam, that we get crazy mustaches,
as crazy as this city,
which I assure you will loosen another screw.
Don't complain if your tongue burns,
This means that the coffee is at its best.
And if like me, you are immune to caffeine,
I would like to inform you that no one in New York will order up to two cups! I'll treat you to the best coffee to go.
MARIA CAMILA R.
