“la estupidez del día”;
“mi patria secreta”;
“mi único reposo verdadero”;
“me tendía la taza de café con la sonrisa de las novias arañas”;
“bebí dos tazas, sin azúcar, saboreando y oliendo a la vez, quemándome y feliz”
"The stupidity of the day": what coffee helps us all take without major complaint.
"The secret homeland": exists only when your coffee is still hot. And within it, you will never feel homesick, for it's not a place, it's a state.
"the only true rest": synonymous with that homeland earlier mentioned (To remind: a state, not a place).
These three quotes just made me think of coffee when I gathered all.
The last two name coffee literally, so the topic is inevitable:
It is a bit weird to think of a spider offering a cup of coffee to anyone, isn't it? But anyway, I do not know which is the smile of spider brides. I imagine it a bit hypocrite, cynic, malicious. If I liked spiders, I might think otherwise. But I dont. I prefer scorpions.
The last quote is the most familiar: I have had lots of cups with no sugar. Most of them consecutive.
A special feature of coffee is that it usually smells better than it tastes. This is why some of us feel so lucky and happy when going through our very city, and a very strong coffee aroma appears, going around and coming around, even entering cars and buses, pleasing everyone. Everyone who enjoys coffee, of course.
The last words of the quote are even more familiar: Who hasn't burnt when having a coffee? Isn't it part of the ritual?
I take from two to four cups a day. It's its bitter flavour what attracts. But, as I said, it usually smells better.
When properly shared, it might taste even better.
New Words: "Ignominia", "Aquiesencia", "Grog".
Quotes:
“nos prometíamos amistad eterna y muerte a los prusianos”
“se estaba tan bien con las copas llenas”
“ella empleaba solemnemente esas palabras con un ignorante, delicioso respeto”
“estuve a punto de hacerlo, y ahora no soy más que uno de los muchos que se preguntan por qué en algún momento no hicieron lo que habían pensado hacer”
“la expresión de siempre, hermosa y ausente y alunada”
“hubo algunas semanas – por fijar un término, es tan difícil ser justos con la felicidad”
“hasta sentir poco a poco que lo noche era también mi amante”
“una expresión distante y a la vez curiosamente fija, la cara de alguien que se ha inmovilizado en un momento de su sueño y rehúsa dar el paso que lo devolverá a la vigilia”
“gracia. gestos casi esquivos. puro deseo”
“su manera de mirarme entre codiciosa y desconfiada”
“la más buena y codiciosa de las mujeres. Jamás se me ocurriría hablarle de lo que verdaderamente cuenta para mí”
“falsa indiferencia”
“tanta infancia en la cara”
“tantas cosas y tantos besos”
*"Hojas de té", by Los Tres.



