In a cozy restaurant on a Paris street

Cozy cafe in an old house,
rustling of hushed voices,
my coffee aroma tickles my memory,
without giving dates and addresses ...

In anticipation of the approaching meeting,
dizzy with happiness,
what a joy that I will hear again
pleasant and gentle words ...

I read the labels and listen to my neighbors
everyone has their own story,
here someone is happy to meet and talk,
and someone is waiting, like me ...

Fatigue will disappear in comfortable armchairs
and a cup of coffee will give vigor,
and this little will add joy,
smiling slightly opening the radiance of his eyes ...