Coffee experience with Danielmachine
For me, coffee has never been a crowd, noisy, rushing thing. The more alone, the better the coffee, the darker, the more bitter, the deeper.
People still say, drinking coffee is not just about enjoying a play, drinking coffee gradually becomes a culture, to push the story, to move away from the hierarchy, to relieve the late mind and to find memories. In each place every step of the person passing, there will be stories to talk about coffee. Every tiny drop of coffee is every drop that touches the depths of the confines of the heart. Lonely, but by the black coffee cup, people see that life seems to be left with only one thing, that is the wandering, the adventure, being the one with the slow breath of time.
Growing up will be lonely, but mature and then people see life having lonely moments to realize how interesting they are, as well as drinking coffee, after the bitterness in the tip of the tongue gradually gradually feel the pleasant sweet taste spread throughout the body, permeate each neuron to make people clear, smooth and comfortable.
Referring to coffee, Saigon has racquet coffee, Hanoi has coffee film. Although it is a different way of mixing, drinkers still have to wait. Waiting is not only a taste, but also a quintessential essence, accumulated through every moment of slowing down with life. For coffee drinkers, living is waiting. From a habit to a small hobby, people gradually see things in life just need to wait patiently to reduce a lot of injuries. Waiting for a red light second, slowing for several kilometers will reduce the number of traffic accidents. Waiting for a minute to queue, how many people are not irritable. Waiting is never a disadvantage, because life only takes away steps and steps, not committing the crime of giving way.
Then, life suddenly fell into a cup of coffee. It is just a bitter black and black water that people have thought about so many lives, truths, love and memories. As it turned out, it was thought to drink a drink of bitter black water like this one to drink into a soul. The soul of the farmer cultivates cultivation. The soul of the artisan has accurately calculated for each batch of roasted coffee. The soul of the artist has successfully concocted an excellent cup of coffee from taste to image. The soul of the romantic guests she enjoyed.
And maybe people will end the day with coffee. But in a quieter way. For me, coffee has never been and will never be a crowd, noisy and rushing thing. The more alone, the better the coffee, the darker, the more bitter, the deeper. Only in silence, people can experience the secret feelings. The opening time, everything is fast, living fast, coffee is probably the only thing enough to keep people waiting to wait, to think. Inside the cup of coffee, which is falling apart, people spread their hearts in the joys and sorrows, the memories seemed to have overslept, and the emotions felt like they were in front of the wind and waves of life. living of Vietnamese people since the French arrived here. Gradually, coffee went from the hidden corner to the crowded places, going from the pockets of rich people to modest pockets of workers, coffee became a strong spiritual attachment. No matter who he is, what his job is, just love coffee is morning and morning, he will sit on an old stool strewn on the sidewalk, waiting to enjoy coffee in an old glass cup. yellowed, on top of it, the phinette was also irritated by coffee, by the time, listening to the Trinh music emanating from the loudspeaker. A new day will start like that.
I will sip coffee, with jazz songs, sometimes Trinh's love songs. Perhaps, only those who understand the pain, imbued with the feeling of dividing the embryo, are suffering from loneliness to create the most appropriate music to blend with the bitterness of coffee. Sometimes people come to coffee not because they like to drink but to find something that people think is lost. There should be moments, I made myself a cup of hot coffee, hugged it in my heart, inhaled the scent of scent, but did not drink, just to find the things that had drifted to a very far area.
Anyway, alcohol for pain, coffee for sadness, but sadness, then drink it all, let it go to the bottom right? Let's just go on and live, coffee will melt and sadness will soften ... Life is sometimes as fun as stirring a spoon, listening to the sound of a spoon touching a cup, coffee is not just for drinking and sadness not just to forget.