Getting up and drinking your cup of coffee alone. Thinking about the next step, your future, and the dream of last night. Everything was perfect and the whole dream was covered by a smooth-smell. You felt you could lean back and that pleasant atmosphere would hold your back.
But a day started again, a new sun is shining at you through the window.
Getting up and drinking your cup of coffee alone. So intimate.
3 comments:
Hi Vic! I was very happy when I received your mail about your new blog. It'll be funny! I'll try to write almost all my posts in English. I want you to comment my things; and now I can comment yours.
I don't want to seem conceited, but... am I the friend who you are refering to in your title? If I am, thank you very much, it's a very nice praise for me.
And, the last thing, you didn't add my fotolog to your blog... :(
I'm eager for reading your texts! Write about these nice things which are every day in our life and we never stop to think a little bit about them.
A warm hug!
Yes, you are the friend I am referring to. Thanks to you I changed a lot. :)
I will write also yours.
Have fun!
Hugs
Te hülye vagy ecsém:)
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