Nothing is as it was... My cup of coffee is no longer the source of happiness that I would wait for from night to morning to revel in the meaning of peace and tranquility. Its aroma no longer has the joy that once tickled my senses with love and passion...
It no longer has that magical effect, capable of always awakening me, despite that its absence throws my mind into profound abysses where I hear echoes of voices and see people like ghosts. Why, my dear coffee?!
Has the sun risen from the west... Have lovers ceased to sing of the moon... Have the seas lost their deep charm, have the stars disappeared along with the path? Heartfelt greetings to every beautiful conversation that the smell of coffee has greeted...
Why are you angry with me? You know that you are my only escape from myself and that you were my refuge from betrayal by those who betrayed, denial by those who denied, and treachery by those who were treacherous... to enter with them and be counted among them, with the distinction that you were the last straw for my collapse...
You are the only one I will wait for to return... You are the only one allowed to cross the fortresses of the soul... I have closed all the doors to everyone else... You are the only one to whom I open and welcome with soul and cheer.
You were the companion of my soul... and you deserted me. But you will remain my coffee... my eternal forbidden love...
follow us in google news
Comments