“from distant Ethiopia”
—Coffee for more spuma for
its white flowers was asking,
Malt an exotic touch for
the palates most demanding.
From distant Ethiopia,
a golden bean the crossing
takes on, facing dried salt
and magic all along.
At the port are waiting,
on the sunny dock, strong
hop and roasted malt
watching the clock.
Moak a sparkling dress wears
content, Tarì with leaves
on its head of charming scent:
in this land, two foreign
travellers meet, blending
their secrets to fascinate
drinkers indeed—