Can you see it, that cup of hot coffee.

In that cup there’s silence, the silence of the inside, the one that accompanies the joy of small, simple moments. In the foam there’s softness, the warm caress of cream. The comfort. There are the sips that you savor, that you don’t count but that are precious. You savor them so that the cup does not empty too quickly, so that the parenthesis doesn’t already close. And as the minutes pass, the liquid becomes lukewarm, then cold, but no less delicious, perhaps even more so. It becomes rounder, greedier, golden like a little treasure.
The cup like an hourglass, a break stolen from what we submit to the rest of the time. Magic of this dark beverage that turns an instant into something special, something a little different.

In my cup I seek inner peace. In those of others, poetry.

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