Through the open window a ray of sun and fragrance of flowers from my small garden enters .
What is missing... o yes.. a cup of black and strong coffee without sugar ha ha
In a few minutes my coffee at a ibric is ready .. with a stinging steam as for something you make death
The word comes... it s delicious and the day begins to take colors and good cheer and free spirit.
Now comes the cheerful side..
After drinking my coffee turned the cup and i wait to dry the remaining zat.Then i read and interpret what i seeinside the cup.
Tomorrow i tell you evething. bye.
