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This #tcsp made me remember I recently visited a café where something always seem to be off. I'll try to explain myself.

The idea that the perspective of things changes depending on the light in which they are viewed is both figurative and literal.

Suddenly, I saw these photos and thought more in terms of feelings than logical thoughts. I have come here for coffee many times, but always in a hurry. My eyes, wide open, always try to drink in as much of the place as they can, but without really savoring what it is all about, you know, and what is that which puts me off. Now, with a clear head, I see the lights and the color, and I think I got it.

Atlántico Café is in a mall in Lecheria. It's a 5-minute drive from my house.

They serve coffee and other soft drinks, breakfast, and lunch. Their menu includes desserts, too, but I couldn't tell you if they're any good.

I'm never hungry when I get here. The greenish-blue feeling kills my appetite and my sweet tooth.

With coffee is always a different story.

This time we (my sister and I) had a few minutes to sit down and drink our coffee quietly. There's little noise at this mall, but it's not the kind of peace I like. The stores should have more customers. This coffee shop should have more customers;

being here, I'm missing the delicious smell of that kind of food that kills you slowly. It's bad, but you want it. You may not order it, but it's there, crawling mischievously through the ecosystem.

Contrary to that, the bright picture with shades of cold neatness and sparkling hearts tells you that the word you are looking for is oxymoron, which should definitely be a feeling and not only a rhetoric figure.

How can one play with that big white bear, who is screaming "hug me!" without feeling one's just getting it dirty? What do you think, that I'm too squeamish? Haha. Yes, I'm quite squeamish sometimes, and I have a list of pet peeves hidden under my bed, along with my flying broomstick, but I do want to see a bunch of kids and a decent collection of children's books whenever I see stuffed toys, let alone if they're huge. But those dreamy toys seem to be too much for our little citizens of Venezuela these days couple of decades, while they're just fine for a 20, 30, or 40 year-old Valentine. 50, 60... Stuffed toys and perfume, stuffed toys and jewelry. I say "oxymoron."

The blue atmosphere of this café is in conflict with my golden taste for coffee. My taste for coffee is one of orange flowers and macaws. I like it with caramel hues, naked stone, woven rugs and fluffy cushions. The sensation is like walking barefoot, your wild toes enjoying the cool earth.

These plants below, like moss hanging from the ceiling remind me of a bunch of wretches who were hanged on a day with a blue sun. It's a miserable joke. Oxymoron.

This little garden you can see below is a natural balm.

When I see it, I think of Virginia Woolf. She wrote a short story titled "Blue & Green," about how things change depending on the light they're viewed...

Christmas is coming in a couple of months. Maybe they'll put up colored lights and everything will look different.

I'm still waiting for that change of lights.

All text and images are my own. I have taken the pictures with my Redmi 9T cell phone. And if any GIFs here, I've used GIPHY for all them.

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