SelfPub: ..Le Petit Prince... I suggest a game, or a Day when you can...

- It is not only important what you cook but how to cook. You can mess up even the best drink. Coffee does not like haste. According to legend, coffee beans - a gift from the gods, and the gods do not tolerate neglect their gifts. Look, Harry, at the bottom heated the Turks need to pour coffee, nutmeg, a few crystals of sugar; heat, feel how it opens up the scent, as coffee is absorbed fire and heat, begins to breathe, to live, filled with feeling; and then pour cold water to harden again and slowly heat, bringing almost to the point of collapse, when the feelings become too strong to keep them, when the passion breaks out. Coffee is sense concentrated and thick. So drink it hot. A little sugar to mask the bitterness of the future, and no milk, otherwise it will disappear meaning. - Snape takes a deep breath, soaking the bitter flavor, and continues: - the First Cup of coffee... the First SIP. All dense inside fills the bitterness, it burns almost to pain, to cry, want to stop, to pull away, but instead doing another SIP, hold your breath, can't swallow, let the heat, are fed toward and nervously swallow tart bitterness with dissolved passion. The senses are sharpened so that it makes my skin crawl. And now it's late, flows through the veins of fire all over my body shaking, no more fear. Barely perceptible sweetness, not able to hide the pain that suddenly becomes attractive and desirable, and spicy finish - not a precise definition, and sensual interjections, blissful moan.