A coffee to read without saying goodbye

Hello coffee lovers in every sense of the word!

With this image showing some verses by Argel Fernández Granado, Cuban poet and husband of our friend @yuslenismolina, who was kind enough to give me this mini-book where you can find them, I want to begin with you this journey that takes us by the hand through coffee to get to know a unique place in my city.

Discover La Piedra Lunar, an iconic place where coffee and art complement each other, allowing us to expand our minds while our palates enjoy an exquisite cup of coffee, alone or, even better, with friends.

Here you'll find books for all tastes. There are classics in unique editions, novels, poetry, biographies, plays, critical essays, children's literature, short story books, and the occasional specialized magazine that will revive the spirit of more than one who ventures to delve into its pages.

Although the café is an art gallery in itself, we can find inside a space where pictorial and visual works by both emerging and even internationally recognized artists are exhibited.

On the upper level, you can enjoy a unique atmosphere. It's a small space, but once you're inside, it feels like a magical world, always accompanied by the aroma of Cuban coffee.

Like any self-respecting art venue, music, theoretical events in the social and literary sciences, and poetry readings all share a prominent role alongside the coffee they offer.

Here I had the privilege of enjoying the magic that @maiasun84 gives to the world with her talent, both as a singer of exceptional talents, and through her poetry through a shared recital with other talented artists.

And as I began by offering this coffee along with a book by a great Cuban poet, I want to conclude by appropriating a verse from Argel himself to use as an introduction and then give you this poem that I wrote some time ago for a special person, a coffee and book lover, whom I love very much:

_{...Ask me about you since you have come.

Argel Fernández Granado}

Dark is the embrace,
the snow of one who seeks to tear open his mouth without daggers
because he only finds ghosts where his grandfather is.
Warm is the song of the seagulls,
the whisper of you,
the coffee even though it has no straws to hang the laughter on.
Damp is already different.
Because damp is the face
that says goodbye
without saying goodbye.