A cup up lovely, hot chocolate. Warming your hands. Warming your inside. The taste of chocolate mixed with cinnemon. The flight of thoughts. The feeling of well-being and not a worry in the world. Then the cup is empty. No. Just wait for a second. It's not empty. The trace of chocolate cream is still left on the rim of the cup. It's telling you a story. A story of dancing people and deer grassing deep in the woods. A little piece of usually overseen dailylife Art.
hei på du willow ;) har enda ikke forstått dette med blogg enda. hehe. men så e nu æ ganske så rar da. nu sitt du å kjeda dæ på jobb. æ les nu i den fine barnelitt.boka mi. hehe. nei, nu skal det etast!
ReplyDeleteHa en forstatt fin dag i finværet da!
hilsen
schnappi das kleine krokodil ;)
Mi willow!!!! hmmm que rico el chocolate caliente que haces!!!!! como lo extraño........vengase para donde mi Willow!!!!eres la mejor en cosas de chocolate hmmmmmm
ReplyDeleteUn abrazo y un beso con chocolate...
Tito