The coffee is the only drink in the world that is drunk with love.
I had more than 5 years that I did not share with Ramón, a great friend of mine of childhood with whom I shared many adventures. Yesterday I was going through the Plaza Simón Bolívar and I heard a person shout my name, when I turned around he was my great friend Ramón, immediately we embraced and felt that warmth of brotherhood.
Minutes after the greeting and asking about the family, he proceeds to invite me a coffee, an invitation that I accept immediately.
At the moment of entering the cafeteria which was very pleasant, we began to remember every moment we shared, laughed, cried, and even discussed. We went back in time and felt that sensation of being reborn.
Coffee unites family, friends and sharing one with special people is an experience that, no matter how many times it is repeated, is never forgotten.
Coffee is love, coffee is friendship, coffee is life.