And how many times when he woke, the only thing he desired, before getting up from his bed was… just a few moments more!
It was precisely in the strong aroma of his morning coffee, where Magnifico, even though many years had gone by , still tasted the nostalgic flavours of his beloved homeland. The deep black colours of his morning drink, reminded him of faraway times, when he was still young and now, forever gone.
When as a little boy, he would wake those mornings, during the dark hours of the fading night.
He enjoyed a few minutes more, in the warmth of the covers, with a total innocence of what the future might have in store, a naïve trust that only belongs to a child.