Magic of offee cup

I sleep early every night
And be awakened before the morning sunrise

I prepare my cup of brown coffee immediately
Dick of my neighbor starts shouting

and I have a old love in my cup
It fills me with my journey or my departure

Remove the worry about the heart of the poor
The chest cures the illusion of wounds

And where the magic of fragrant varicose veins
And the revelation of the lip of the ulcers

It was as if I was sipping it eagerly
I walk in space without a pavilion
The clouds take me to deserts
The sand sleeps comfortably

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Good Morning and Breathing
And the mouth sips kisses from she

The smell of violet with my flowers
Dancing with my character, and the ink is finished

Love will give you flowers
With droplets of my hair and from she

The longing comes as a friendship
With Brazilian coffee I take it

O heart, send them my peace
Perhaps the eye wake up from her sleep

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My coffee cup is warehouse of my secrets when my heart is in the throes of life, My coffee cup does not disappoint me, its fragrance refreshes me and warms me up, I wished for coffee cup to have hands, In order to complete the moment by embracing it, I love my cup coffee

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