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Hello coffee lovers!

Like someone sharing a strong espresso, accompanied by music, a typewriter, a sewing machine, and a third, a story-seller, I begin this new journey like this, in black and white, to sniff out memories and savor new sensations with everyone.

Wishing you all a very aromatic and smiling day with an exquisite cup of coffee, just as it best suits your palate. I greet you with a toast with a good cup of coffee from me to all of you!

Motivated by @cinnccf, we delve into memory to bring you a lived experience in tune with the prompt proposed for this week's 121 #CinnamonCupCoffee community.

This time, we're asked if we've ever attended an open mic night or a spontaneous poetry reading.
The answer is yes, at various times.

As a poet, I've had the privilege, for more than two decades, to participate in various spontaneous poetry readings. In fact, this is how we began this world of exchange and networking with other writers with our shared interests in creating literature.

Fortunately, I live in a multicultural city where not only poetry readings flourish, but we can also find shared spaces where music, dance, or painting merge with poetry, often quite spontaneously. We don't need an excuse to read a poem somewhere. Sometimes even the people around us ask you to, or are grateful when you simply stop by a café or other place to read them a newly written poem. It's undoubtedly a beautiful experience, one that I've also experienced in other cities across the country with profound satisfaction.

While we often engage in these types of activities, today I'll tell you about a very special one I was able to experience precisely because it felt so memorable, both in terms of energy and the experience itself. You'll see why I say this.

I mentioned a trip down memory lane. Why? What's so special or meaningful about it? I'm showing you, even though the images aren't technically excellent, how invaluable each one of them is to me. I'm grateful for these photographs to @ernestopg, who witnessed the magic that happened that night.

It was already a beautiful night, thanks to the invitation @ernestopg and me had been invited to read our poems at a nightclub in Cienfuegos, where music and poetry would supposedly be the main attraction.

After grabbing a coffee, we arrived punctually to the event. We were informed about the schedule, and all that was left to do was enjoy ourselves and give everyone our poems and applause, knowing that we would be the main protagonists because we had been invited.

Ah... but the night gave me an even bigger surprise!

You might think there was nothing spontaneous about this experience from what I've told you so far, but again, you'll see why I mentioned the theoretical aspects of the script to be followed.

As I went up on stage to read my poems, a beautiful little girl, barely three years old, the daughter of an actress from the theater where we were for the activity, came up on stage next to me to dance to the beat of my voice.

More than a little girl, I imagined her as a butterfly fluttering around the rainbow in the lights projected toward us. Emotion filled me completely, and I began to improvise a poetic dialogue between her, the little girl, the butterfly, the rainbow, and me, in complete harmony with the audience, who vibrated with the same energy as me at such a fantastic moment.

When it was over, I could only bow at the girl's feet and receive her kisses as a reward. Tell me this isn't a sublime experience, worthy of my pride.

Until next time we have coffee, I hug you!