And it's dark in my cup.by Carmen sofia Malinescu affiliate marketing
Memories. That's one of the things I drink coffee for. Because I have so many memories accumulated in the shadow of the friendly hot coffee, maybe I could write a book on this topic. In a steaming cup of coffee, I deciphered stories with loved ones, I swallowed lies with rebels who wanted to hurt me or shared the social air of a station with a group of strangers.
Sweet memories, cold or erotic. A kiss, a look or a hug. All preceded by a cup of coffee. "We will see you in a cafe" is an expression so old that sometimes it loses its meaning, although often the final goal is the same: the proximity between us, the proximity of people.
Along with a cup of coffee, I cried, I laughed, I set off and I lost time. Always its unmistakable flavor, wherever it comes, instinctively awakens a smile on his lips. And in the stomach a vacuum ... for later, after the first sip, to become a feeling of well-being, comfort.
I feel good when I drink coffee. I feel stronger, softer and more relaxed. So well that I forget some moments of the worries that surround me, I forget the misfortune of yesterday or the uncertainty of tomorrow. I am losing, like a veiled dancer, among the fluffy clouds and full of reassuring messengers. My lips are soaked and the feelings are sometimes unthinkable ...
I feel that, with each sorption, my body neglects control and pushes me to dream. The hot liquid, which nourishes my palate, does what it does and gets into my blood and my thoughts. I feel how he controls me and orders me, how he submits and orders me, and how, besides that, he does all this without feeling any resentment on my part. Because I like
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