A coffee can fill the mornings. I walk every day detaching everything. I hope at the end there is nothing left.A nothing translated into peace and lightness of body and spirit.These rare, redundant days, they take me closer to the essential, the basics. Do I need more?
A certainty is installed in primary needs, and there are the smell of coffee and friends on it. I discover that I have spent time looking without seeing.I have thought about the smell of coffee. Maybe it abounds or will be this constant way to live in representations and symbols, between friends and coffee.
Another morning where I started the exercise of detaching, freeing everything that I have been carrying over time. A June translated into farewells, encounters and disagreements.In June someone made me find the light, in June 
A coffee, at this time of day and the same question, what does the man need to be happy?I wake up at dawn. I go to a coffee shop with friends. I enjoy their company and good vibes
I am in physical distances, not with them, they are in everything I can or may not touch anything. Now this reading and you.You are like the smell of coffee and that continuos way of returning to the woman that I used to be once.
You can bloom.I do not get tired of repeating about it, like mantra, like my lemons that are old and they still bloom.Orange blossom flowers. I like that word.The words are"vehicles" to the idea.I have a hidden desire to flourish, desire for a fertile land.
Almost a half an hour between friends and coffee, enough to make me smile as if living were a less animal thing. Living another thing different to this Cuba, because the coffee when is shared, taste better.
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