Here, words often gather

in the cafe across the street
my cappuccino is waiting
waiting to wet my lips
three armchairs around a
marble table
a place of inspiration
i hear words
in my ear – come join us!
here, words often gather
to converse, contradict
reinvent their meaning
words are like people
they sound different
when stripped
or conspiring….
when they speak the truth
they get excited
tears and laughter
slowly i slip my cappuccino
let the words finish their story….

By Paolo Michell

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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