I was about to turn 30 and I had mixed feelings, although I like to celebrate and share with family and friends a special moment, it is not for less, it was the anniversary of my welcome to the world, a return of the sun, the fortune of living, renewing the vows of commitment to the road, the future, surprises, blessings, everything is wonderful, but there was something of sadness in me...
Thinking that time runs and does not stop, like water between your hands, you can not hold it forever, as the song says "there is no clock that turns back", the days were approaching, and my mind was traveling in time, a specific season, my years in high school, perhaps, my most charismatic, dreamy, impulsive, fun, intense Youth, take those scenes, the most captivating, make a movie, laugh and cry to relive what you only live once.
My white-walled room, that large window that takes me to breathe the fresh air of the early morning hours, the dew, the fading mist, the trees that are already beginning to bear fruit, the flowers, the sound of the birds, the majestic work of the creator of the universe, washing my face and contemplating the day with a cup of light coffee with cinnamon.
I did not learn it in school, no one ever told me, but it is like an equation of common sense, maybe it is a guideline of popular culture, 30 is the farewell of that carefree Youth, and the entrance to the mature age, have a baby, plant a tree, write a book, think about business to embrace the independent economy and then do the Camino de Santiago, maybe, climb the highest mountain and see the gear of the world as a play where you are a spectator.
It's amazing how I get into mental gaps, I decided to celebrate my 30th birthday, be that as it may, 30 years only comes once.
That day in August came, yes, I am a zodiac lion and I am also a slice of banana in burning oil, if you turn around I burn because I need attention, hahahaha.
I thought it was the ideal moment for a reunion with friends from high school, more than me, I wanted a treat for everyone, I made coffee ice cream with liquor and cream, we listened to music from those years of MTV, compact discs and the first mp3 players, it was like traveling back in time, a nostalgic playlist of Machtbox 20, Blink 182, Backstreet Boys, Savage Garden, Britney and Shakira's first albums, it was sensational, what music can achieve is magical.
We remembered with laughter the moments of madness at school, in the early hours of the morning, in the effervescence of the moment they accompanied me to open the presents.
Tania, that friend who, I remember, looked like an adult trapped in the body of a child, the class delegate, took the floor and told me: I looked at this and I saw you!, it was a coffee machine, very sophisticated, with three buttons; classic, rich and special. It is ready to use! - Tania said.
I thought it was an exaggerated gift to come from her who is so delicate, I let myself be carried away by the moment, for me the most special coffee is classic coffee, so I pressed the special button and put my beautiful new cup in my mouth, a souvenir of my birthday, with my name stamped on it, also a gift from one of my friends.
I looked at myself in the indefinite time with my coffee machine in a very cozy commercial room, the image was like that strange song you hear for the first time and you turn on your phone the app to recognize songs and then you listen to it again and again.
That machine turned the living room of my house into the club of conversation with essential coffee, many jokes, many projects, many tips, coffee present as witness and also protagonist.
The machine still accompanies me, it is in a special place in the coffee shop that I opened just for my friend Tania in society, it is incredible what it represents, every time I press a button it is like reliving the moment when it came to me, that unforgettable celebration of my 30th birthday.
This is my participation for Spill The Beans Contest.
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