was a gray afternoon in winter.
This woman had me trapped, leaving a spring in stifling heat.
"You can survive in the desire for a picture?" I kept asking myself, as I crossed the busy streets of a city looking for a hot chocolate that I provide for a bit of life.
"With or without the cream?"
I tried to force me to think of anything else.
a mountain of white, soft and tasty it would be dissolved on the tongue.
swallowed up and vanished in a few moments would have left traces of itself in a kind of excitement from sugar.
"It 's a good solution" I thought.
People were walking beside me.
A woman, a long coat, stopped to pet her tiny dog \u200b\u200band wagging.
Then, dragging it, disappeared behind a corner.
Goodbye, I thought.
But she followed me.
see it, behind my back, like a warm wind, inexhaustible.
"The dark chocolate is more delicious chocolate classic." I thought, turning my gaze to the side of the road in desperate search of a bar.
A man passed me so close urtarmi.
For a moment I lost my balance, but I fell.
I began walking with hurried steps.
"Here's a bar!" I cried to myself.
I entered.
I sat at a table in a corner of the room.
I ordered my hot chocolate with whipped cream.
A blonde waitress, smiling, took me a few minutes.
"How wonderful!" I thought.
was winter, a gray afternoon spent beyond the window of the bar.
Extreme heat from the blue cup was overflowing in front of me.
And while I enjoyed my chocolate lost in memories of when I saw her for the first time, a beautiful, sitting at a table, in a corner of the dim light, sipping hot chocolate with whipped cream the most inviting of all my life.
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