Piriquita

Cold brew coffee
And you adding milk,
Standby your computer
Minutes we killed.

More than this moment
Were memories we made
This day of nausea
With conversation filled.

Tell me a story -
The story of a king?
Or other temptations?
He went all in:

Once upon a time
A pastry was found,
In fontana di trevi
Deep on its ground.

Believe it or not
But this one was golden,
Ordered by a king
With only one sin:

A smart girl from Sintra
Call her piriquita -
Hidden in a bakery
Making egg-pastry.

Like a mosambik flower
Sweet, soft, golden
In autumn fallen.

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