Coffee
The art of making coffee. I'm out of coffee. All that is left is 2-3 tsp of finely ground coffee and I don't drink it. First because I can't make it. I always over-boil it and it doesn't taste like turkish coffee, it tastes like weak filter coffee. Secondly because I hate washing the cups afterwards. So I'm lying on my bed writing the post about coffee and dreaming of the perfect nescafe cup.
The sun is shining and it will be another perfect day for a cup of coffee somewhere downtown. On a sunny street where there aren't any cars and where you can relax and enjoy the lovely cup of espresso or the frothy cappuccino. Sweet dreams. Sweet longings. I can hardly wait to go to Bitola and enjoy my espresso lungo in Jazz and watch all the pretty girls pass by. They are all the same, as if they were photocopied. They are as same as the variety of coffees offered in cafes in Bitola Skopje or Ohrid. And they live with the belief that they're different, that they make a statement with their vivid clothes and heavy make-up. They live believing that they are better than the others. just like the coffees offered, the coffees are pricier at one place because it is believed to be better than the one in the cafe next door, when they're absolutely the same.
I think it's time to stop and get myself some coffee. No coffee may cause serious thought problems.
The sun is shining and it will be another perfect day for a cup of coffee somewhere downtown. On a sunny street where there aren't any cars and where you can relax and enjoy the lovely cup of espresso or the frothy cappuccino. Sweet dreams. Sweet longings. I can hardly wait to go to Bitola and enjoy my espresso lungo in Jazz and watch all the pretty girls pass by. They are all the same, as if they were photocopied. They are as same as the variety of coffees offered in cafes in Bitola Skopje or Ohrid. And they live with the belief that they're different, that they make a statement with their vivid clothes and heavy make-up. They live believing that they are better than the others. just like the coffees offered, the coffees are pricier at one place because it is believed to be better than the one in the cafe next door, when they're absolutely the same.
I think it's time to stop and get myself some coffee. No coffee may cause serious thought problems.
and life is going on no matter who is the same and who is different...and the best of the world is that no matter how same are two things at the end it turns out they are simply different...and every day is beginning with a different cup of coffee...
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