Today he comes early.
I watch his figure walking through the glass window,
until he opens the door's cafe.
The way the bell door ring to indicate someone's coming into the cafe,
seems differently to me when he who comes in.
The bell's ring sounds like a heavenly rhythm to my numb soul.
He makes his way to the counter,
and there's me, standing still,
who could not take eyes off of him.
But,
he doesn't seem to matter it.
He becomes close to me,
and his voice sounds heavenly in my ears.
Today,
he orders a caffè latte.
