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140

CB Cascara

A most interesting idea it surely is
to combine the taste of coffee with citruses,
but still it is only an iced tea, drinkable
whole in just one go, and so incomparable
with an actual cold brew, which I do savour
slowly in three separate goes. Yet the flavour
is really intriguing and you should try to make it
another variant (sure to become a hit)
of cold brew proper by combining the classic
with an orange barista sirup — the same trick
you do with the raspberry one. And you’ll agree
that taste perfectly captures the summer esprit.

141

CB M*lk

With its creamy, milky texture, the perfect way
how to drink it is to pour it onto ice cream
and savour it like an affogato frappé.

142

At the bus stop

This happened three years ago. On my way from work,
as I’m standing at the bus stop, I start wondering
where you could be, whether you also went to work
today and if so, would you likewise be ending
around this time, and what it would be like if you
came along and offered me a ride home as we
live in the same village, and I could talk to you.
So I was thinking until something disturbed me
and my daydreaming — a car so oddly slowly
approaching, and it was only when it passed me
that I, noticing the licence plate, suddenly
realised that it was your car. You just passed me!
What a wasted chance! Have I not been daydreaming
but watching the traffic, my dream from a moment
ago could have by now been happily turning
into a reality. Were I vigilant!
But this way I can only look after your car
now disappearing in the distance longingly,
questioning if you led any internal war
or dispute, seeing me standing there patiently,
whether or not to acknowledge me and that’s why
you slowed down or was it only for the road ditch
right at the same spot. Unfortunately, that I
will never find out and this was just some weird glitch
in the matrix again, what has just happened here.
Thus it still remains my dream to one day sit in
your car and perhaps even make love to you, dear,
in there, though unlikely of ever fulfilling.

143

Poézia

Vedz, niekedy sa tá pravá
poézia odohráva
nie v slovách ale v rohoch stránok,
kde srdce, lásky svätostánok,
ešte vždy bije pre teba.
Kiež bys’ ho vzal späť do neba.

144

Ako?

Ako som sa vlastne dostala od
„Neviem, či by to mohlo fungovať,“
k „U neho ja nemám žiadnu šancu,
hoci ho neviem prestať milovať“?

145

Chyba

Bola naozaj veľká chyba, myslieť si,
že ak prejavím záujem chlapovi,
ktorý je nešťastný, že ho žiadna nechce,
tak to ocení a chopí sa šance.

V takýchto prípadoch je problém vždy v tom,
že ho nechcú ženy, po ktorých túži on,
no tým, ktoré ho chcú, on šancu nedá,
nech ho každý ľutuje, aký je chudák.