Contemplation and escape...
A thin trail of coffee aroma touched her soul strings.
And the rays of the spring sun played in a light haze in the quiet of the apartment.
In the soft foam of the airy drink, she built her castles.
The smell of coffee, caressing her thoughts, carried away far from the earth.
Dreams of happiness swirled over her, making her forget about the world and herself.
A cup of coffee in itself embodied a sensitive trembling, exciting fear.
And in a pleasant woody haze, taking a sip of fragrant darkness,
She wanted to become invisible, not to feel the severity of the roads.
So that invisible and incorporeal, and airy, like those clouds,
She flew into the distance of heaven, to infinity ... gentle and light!