Cocofina of the World
2 min readApr 3, 2020
I remember Cocofina of the world
Her back turned to the bedroom’s window
Sipping sunrays into her fatigued body on a cold Bogota afternoon
Eyes shut, chin up, taking deep breaths
A book on her lap, perhaps Teilhard de Chardin or Spinoza
A cup of tea nesting in her weathered hands