In the lands of coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures

     Early in the morning when Jean Marie left the Antiochian city of Medellin behind him. Just one more of those blessed mornings, bathed in the soft light of an Antiochian sun, incipient and young. The sun was beginning to rise to the skies to find its fortune and discover, that which awaited him, like the mortals below, to explore in every new day a fresh unlived life, and quietly search for its natural culmination during its lazy ascent.

     It was no more, but also could not be considered less than one more of the typical mornings, those that occur in the wondrous mornings of that particular city amongst the mountains lovingly painted in contrasting hues of green. Jean Marie got out of bed, close to the crack of dawn when the sleepy night still tiredly yawned, auguring its farewell to the world that, for the moment, remained in its wake. And his arousal was thick in lingering sleep, happily devoid of hastiness and filled with the ticking of getting out to wandering the paths unknown, for that day… he abandoned the beautiful City of Eternal Spring!
He found that he was in an excellent mood, in absolute harmony with the world, himself included. To start off, it’s necessary to understand how Jean Marie, as all of his fellow countrymen, was devotedly and unconditionally addicted to coffee. Not only to its taste but, as well, to its fragrant aroma. For him, that very first cup of morning coffee should naturally be as black as a moonless night, candidly sweet as the smile of a woman so profoundly caught in a love-spelled moment, and finally, it should be exceedingly hot as the unbridled passion of a beautiful woman in pursuit of her most extravagant deliriums.

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