Dominical @ A Coruña
O mar faime illa
Non consigo sair da cidade
Ou xa non me interesa
Rodeamos os naufraxios da noite
Algunha rúa menor aínda cheira a mexo
As primeiras cafetarías botan as suas redes
De croasáns e pan de noces
Teño certeza de estar na miña civilización
Polo arrecendo engaiolante do café
Azul e branco nas camisetas
Do equipo local
Pesqueiros e iates
Sunday @ A Coruña
The sea makes me an island
I can't leave the city
Or I'm no longer interested
We surround the shipwrecks at night
Some minor streets still smell of urine
The first cafes cast their nets
Of croissants and walnut bread
I'm sure I'm in my civilization
By the captivating aroma of coffee
Blue and white on the shirts
Of the local team
Fishing boats and yachts
abel abilheira 
I found your poem powerful and effective ❣️
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I always loved this city, you live there as in the middle of the sea, there I can close my eyes and imagine the entire peninsula has been detached from the continent and we drift away.
Thanks for your comment Luisa ⚘️⚘️
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I am the one who thanks you also for this wonderful reply, dear Abel 🙏💙🙏
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Very nice your poem, greetings!
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Thanks Flavio! I’m very glad you liked it. This week I’m back to my land, I found other sources for inspiration
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O teu poema é lindo! E a Coruña também! ❤️
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Dear Abel, the small things means a lot, cofee is great 😁
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For me, it is a pleasure to have a coffee in the cafeteria while reading the newspaper or some poems. It is something simple that I look forward to every time I return to my home country.
A huge hug, Milu
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Received.😁👌
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☕️☕️
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