Saturday, May 25, 2013

At a mexican cafe...

'amigo mio...como estas?'
She asked...
Seeing him...
The cafe was about to be closed...
And a song by Mazz was still audible...

'strange..'
he thought...
'beg your pardon...do i know you? Somehow?'
he asked...hesitant...
She stood...
Looking at him for a while...
And then slowly replied...
'I think I need to tell you
A recipe...
Of chicken soup tortilla...
Homemade one...
A can of sliced tomato...
And chilli powder...
And olive oil poured
Handsome...
Chicken pieces boneless some...
Aroma filling the room
From kitchen...
One evening...
And a song...
Like the one on...
Remember?'

Saying this she
Leaving him perplexed
And perturbed...
Walked towards the door...

'the cafe is going to be closed...hello! Sir?'
he heard someone knocking off his dream...

Of a cafe...
A song by Mazz...
And he opened his eyes...
'que bonito...'
he muttered...
And took up his key chain
From the table...

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