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Or it could be completely different. Desired, viscous, slow and conscious, like a kiss that puts everything in its place. And here is a scattering of moles on your hand, reminiscent of a galaxy, while you slowly grab the cup and bring it to your nose, inhaling this tart aroma. Cinnamon, nutmeg and chocolate... you make a guess with a smile, and then, tasting the drink, you confirm your guess. It spreads like caramel, enveloping and taking all your attention. I sincerely love those moments when I dissolve in this endless and so beautiful coffee serenity.

Strong coffee, delicious chocolate, sometimes bitter, like our lives...

Annie/Benny teases Bill with vulgar interpretations of the word “naughty” (the translation is naughty, capricious, nasty, playful, mischievous, mischievous, spoiled).

The refined aroma of divine coffee fills us with the desire to act here and now.

The year is coming to an end, and my soul feels a little strange. Someone is in a hurry to quickly jump over this line and leave behind everything difficult and sad that happened. And someone is trying to hold back all the good things, unable to move on, afraid of spilling this fragile happiness. Whatever your mood, give thanks. For all. For experience, for wisdom, for lessons, for acquired strength, for a new self. For the people who came. For the unnecessary ones who have left. For small joys, for pleasant details that you can’t even remember, but remember one day. For eyes wet with emotion. For such a painfully dear smile of a child. For hugs. For a cup of coffee for two and for a blanket adjusted at night. For care. For tenderness. For the heart that suddenly opened up to this world, and to you. For trust. For faith. For Love. FOR A LIFE.

Tears and coffee with milk - in my opinion, this is not the best breakfast.

But we will never be close again.

That Europe no longer exists and will never exist. Beautiful, old with the wonderful smell of coffee from a bar in the morning in Rome. There will be no more American cinema of the 70s with Jack Nicholson: Five

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Brew coffee, letting it run away, and leave memorable marks on the stove. Let it sit for a bit while a piece of sugar flies into the cup. Start pouring through a strainer and leave a couple of aromatic drops on the table. Grasp the hot, but not scalding, cup with both palms and bring it to your nose. Slowly and deeply inhale the aroma to feel how it spreads inside, bringing a gram of happiness, which is enough to smile and be friendly all day...

December is about a huge box of tangerines, about scorching coffee in the winter frost or thick aromatic chocolate somewhere in a quiet cozy cafe, about a piece of lemon pie there, about the velvety voice of Frank Sinatra, about the exciting sounds of a saxophone, about good New Year's comedies and a touching black and white movie, it’s about vintage Christmas cards, about long evenings of sincere heartfelt conversations, leisurely, like falling snow, and warming much more than hot tea, woolen sweaters and the warm light of light bulbs, it’s about the magical atmosphere of the holiday all month long , this is about the pleasant goosebumps from the long-awaited anticipation of happiness, hope and faith, this is about the New Year's bustle that will quickly spin and December will fly by in an instant. The main thing is to enjoy every day you live, drink it without spilling it. Let it penetrate our hearts. And December will definitely give you a beautiful fairy tale, even if we stopped believing in it as a child.

The sky is still covered with a dark veil of night velvet, but after some time the first timid rays of the new day will begin to slowly flow to the ground through the lush feather bed of clouds. The windows of the houses are becoming more elegant every day, the faces of passers-by are becoming more joyful and mysterious, the air from all sides is filled with the aroma of spruce resin, coffee and mulled wine, hot cinnamon buns and an unusual freshness and softness for December. It seems as if now everything around is in continuous motion, everything is spinning on a noisy carousel of New Year's days.... and at home... at home there is hot tea under the measured ticking of a clock in the kitchen somewhere overhead, at home it is always warm and calm, and if listen very, very carefully, then one day you can accidentally hear how in the right corner, where there are jars of tea and aromatic herbs on the shelf, the most comfortable thing in the world, good happiness, will turn from side to side...

The fragrance of morning coffee can only be exchanged for the aroma of a loved one.

And it doesn’t matter anymore that it’s Monday..