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Hueles a café. 

Y por si eso fuera muy poco cliché, déjame decirte,

Que sabes a mentiras y aguacate.

-Aguacate maduro, con un poquito de vinagre y sal-

Me tocas y siento marejadas en la playa de mi estómago.

En la costa amanecen las mariposas muertas,

Sedientas te buscaron solo para ahogarse en el sentir de todo.

Hueles a guitarra.

A madera y acero.

Suenas como guitarra también.

Dulce y melancólico, como un rock n roll antonimizado. 

Y si te toco. Ay dios!

Si te toco las cuerdas vibran bajo mis dedos.

Si pudiera tocarte como quiero,

Dejaría mis dedos sangrar bajo ese mismo acero.

Hueles a blanco y negro.

A mujer desnuda que miras desde lejos.

A ombligo, a omóplatos, a senos.

Y si nos tocamos, es como el lente al cuerpo.

Como la luz a la silueta.

Como las sombras al deseo.

Y ya te dije? Me hueles a café.

A cortadito y luces. 

A noche y distancia.

Y besos. 

Y besos…

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You smell like coffee.

And if that were too small a cliche, let me tell you,

You taste like lies and avocado.

-Ripe, with a little vinegar and salt-

You touch me and I feel surges on the beach of my stomach.

I wake up to dead butterflies on the coast,

Thirsty, they looked for you, only to drown in the feeling of it all.

You smell like a guitar.

Wood and steel.

You sound like a guitar too.

And if I touch you. Oh, God!

If I touch you the strings vibrate under my fingers.

Sweet and melancholic, like an antonymized rock n roll.

If I could touch you as I want,

I would let my fingers bleed under that same steel.

You smell of black and white.

of a naked woman you look from afar.

of a navel, shoulder blades, breasts.

And if we touch each other, it's like the lens to the body.

As the light to the silhouette.

As the shadows to desire.

Did I already tell you? You smell like coffee.

like cortadito and lights.

like night and distance.

And kisses.

And kisses…

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"and I feel dizzy on the beach of my stomach" excellent turn of a phrase there, metaphorically.
This piece is quite sensuous but more in hinting..."like the lens to the body"
we feel the touch, we sense the longing---and we like that the smell of coffee is a turn on rather than a turn off.
this guitar needs to be played...
really strong piece of poetry,
j.

[Kaede16]

wow, first of all thank you so much for taking the time to translate this and give it a read. You have no idea how much I appreciate the effort you put into it. It could have been a lot easier to just pass it by, and never look at it again, so I'm extremely grateful you didn't. You inspired me to translate this piece myself. It's a bit hard to convey some things in English but I did my best.
On a different note, I'm Cuban. To us, coffee is more than just a drink. It's intrinsic of our culture. We (at least most of us) love coffee in sort of a complex way, so its smell and flavor can be very sensual.
Anyways, thanks again for the review, and if you could revise the translation for any grammatical mistakes, I'd appreciate it. I usually write decently in English, but I'm a horrible translator, especially when it comes to literary pieces. Thank you in advance!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So enjoyed this. It is so full of pathos as the protagonist floods their thoughts with the love and desire to take the relationship to a physical level. Such romantic and descriptive poetry with many great lines.

[Kaede16]

hahaha I guess that's a good way to put it! thank you for your review :)

[The Twin Arenas]

Woozy romanticism drunk on lines. "the beach of my stomach" "lies and avocado" "smell of black and white." flattering form and structure.
its great. definitely something to take out and whittle on rainy days. thanks for the translation.

[Kaede16]

lol I love your choice of words to describe this. Thanks for the review! :)