Two empty glasses on the table,
silent witnesses of a conversation long gone.
One, with traces of fleeing chocolate,
like kisses that refuse to be forgotten.
The other, more sober, more serene,
holds within its depths the echo of a slow sip,
as if it still carried the weight
of words left unspoken.
Behind, the city rests in reflections,
the river murmurs ancient secrets,
and a figure walks unhurriedly,
like time following its tranquil course.
Thus they remain, two ephemeral crystal glasses,
under a sky that is already beginning to fall silent,
leaving in their shadow the small story
of an encounter that tasted of eternity.