Of my quiet mornings,
you are ,coffee ,
the bitter solitude,
black inspired expression,
quick evasion, before returning
to the prison of hours ,
coffee sorcerer and my jailer ...
Flavour of seasons ,that I glean
from the gaze of a girl lost in life
that I love the instant of an atoll
somewhere in winter ...
Small faithful coffee ,what's new ?
In front of a cup lmmersed
in its melancolia ,
Dr Freud makes an appointment
with anonymity ...
Coffee ,my jolly coffee ,
so desired ,and so quickly consumed ,
are you telling me the truth ?
Augur in a porcelain cloud,
aroma 's subtle divinity ,
tempo di Roma ...
what kind of interbreeding
is my body made of ?
Italian or African seeds ?
frenzied samba or sleepy tambora ?
Coffee,your time-honoured ritual
makes me scorn the scents of Ceylon ...
And my day begins ,just as an empty mug
reminds me of my worries ...
I deposit my obolio in the neural system
of the smiling high priestress ...
See you tomorrow kind genius !
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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When the shadow of loneliness envelops, the aroma of coffee becomes closer than anyone else.
Philosophical thought wrapped in poetry !
There is the anticipation, the preparation, the waiting as it brews and fills the air with its tantalizing aroma, and finally the drinking which is pure heaven. It caresses the brain and induces euphoria. What's not to love? Incredible presentation of this beloved, seductive stimulant. Would love another cup!
Timeless moment and meditation ...
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