You showed yourself in the cup of coffee
In the morning, in full of flowers the balcony.
The sun shone on the edges of the cup,
And you were the black dwarf
Inside the cup of coffee.
I put my finger inside the cup,
And the dwarf stuck up my thumb.
I sat like this a long time
And I watched the spot of coffee,
Then I pasted it to my lips.
Oh, my dear,
At night, when the body begs for rest,
When my lips become silent
And my lids close, you come in my dreams…
It’s sign that the soul doesn't rest!
During the day I read stories inside cups,
At night I dream.
And so, I invent you, even you,
The dwarf inside the cup of coffee!