Coffee gladdens hearts, from Vienna to Naples, from Manaus to Bogotà, from Asmara to New York. It frees its heart, reveals its aroma in proportion to the attentions that are dedicated to it.
Happy the hand that pours it. Blessed is he who tastes it. A nutty colored “espresso”, a “macchiato” or a “cappuccino” with its compact foam as soft as snow.
A national ritual in Italy., @Julie545. The poetry of life. In the morning, when you wake up. The immediate well-being emphasized by a sigh, and an eloquent silence. A fleeting moment. The day begins, and we've already got the best of it. Well, you see, it takes so little to be happy...