I usually drink coffee before breakfast, or rather: coffee is my breakfast. I like it pure, without so many decorations, perhaps because I inherited the oriental custom of cerrero coffee. My dad is from the plains of Venezuela, from a place called “Calabozo”; That's where my addiction to caffeine was born, to that bitter but at the same time sweet and hot taste: I like very hot coffee. Today, however, something unexpected happened… the cold and rainy morning woke me up with a phone full of notifications: a co-worker needed my help for some reports, and since I am a good friend, I agreed to help him. But he was so desperate that he came for me before the first cup of coffee of the day…

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I left my house furious, I mean, without coffee I can't have energy. Halfway there my hands started to shake. My friend had put on a Heavy Rock so, in addition to the heaviness in my body from the lack of caffeine, my head also started to hurt. I couldn't take it anymore and asked him to stop at the nearest coffee shop. We did not find more than a simple street stall, one of those that are on the side of a road. My friend paid the bill, I ordered a cerrero coffee: I accompanied it with a sandwich.

Of course it was not the same as drinking coffee in my comfortable little cup, honestly I don't like coffee in glasses, and even less so in plastic cups. But what could he do? My bloodstreams needed caffeine, so I had no choice. This whole situation led me to reflect on the influence of coffee in my life. I mean, I've been drinking it since I was 6 years old, even when I was a baby my mom would give me a taste of it with her finger. It is also a perfect complement when my work becomes demanding or my days are discouraged. Yes, dear little people, without coffee I am nobody.

My countenance changed after the first sip. I pushed the sandwich aside and savored the coffee as if it were an elixir of eternal life. My tongue vibrated with the bitter taste, that bitter that slipped down my throat. I drank it down in no time, and my mouth was left unsatisfied. My friend was surprised, perhaps because he doesn't understand the true essence that coffee gives to my days. Then, with no other options than to endure the morning until I returned home, I made the reports with that restlessness that arises in the feet...

Have I already told you that I can't live without coffee? Well, when I got back home I made myself a very hot and steaming cup.

I don't know if it happens to you, but when I drink coffee I feel a gentle relief, so peaceful that peace dominates my world. There is nothing to get me out of that state, not even the numbers on the bills I have to pay. As long as there is coffee there is happiness, the rest is resolved. I learned that from my dad, and even more so from my grandmother. As a child I loved to sniff the steam coming off our coffee maker; it was a smoke that caressed my nose and caused a levitation in my body like in those cartoons on TV. Then, when they gave me a cup and I drank, my body went into another dimension. None of that has changed; I'm still the same boy who loves hot coffee.

And that has made me a very awake man; it is good to feel the body active, with unlimited energy. The doctor asked me to regulate my coffee consumption, but honestly, sometimes I can't control myself. He repeatedly tells me: “Enjoy the coffee, don't let the coffee enjoy you”. I don't understand what he wants to tell me, I just know that I barely follow his advice. I can't just give up caffeine, especially when caffeine flows through the veins of my inspiration. I think that as a child I dreamed that it rained coffee, can you imagine it? Only then I wouldn't mind getting wet in the storms.

I enjoyed my cup of coffee after an unexpected morning; I think that for my wedding (if one day I get married) I will replace wine with coffee: cerrero coffee the way I like it. For the next time, I will not leave home without my coffee in the morning. I think from now on my stubborn co-workers will have to wait. I mean, how can I help you with your reports when I don't drink coffee? I'm already thinking of a plan for unexpected departures: I'll take the coffee pot with me; Only then will I be calmer ;-)

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