Cup of coffee

cup of coffee is not just a drink with sugar 
or with any nice flavor 
it can be a story of love , it can be a memories book 
cup of coffee sometimes turns to words 
tells the forgotten moments
sometimes turns to  bitter drink
 tells each sad events 
cup of coffee can be the happiness of special day , 
it also can be the comfort of hard pain
cup of coffee differ from city to other from country to other
 from person to other from event to other from day to other 
cup of coffee can be your best friend from the first drop to the end 
it can be the best time you don’t forget 

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how’s the weather

 

I took this pic before two days where the weather was just amazing till now 

I think most of countries in winter season and each one ask who know them in other country or city how’s your weather ??

well, want to tell you the weather here beside me 😀 , it’s neither hot nor cold  we don’t feel coldness at all 

it’s nice . just a blowing winds some times cloudy , actually love cold want to try it again 

it’s  exciting thing when you remove your summer clothes and put winter clothes and sitting beside heater

truly I lived this feeling when i was child and I remember we were eating   CASTANEA  🙂 I adore it

we were putting it over the heater then eat it  😉

 

as well as drinking orchid with nuts 😉 it’s makes the body warm  

 

the only bad thing that I was feeling ill and suffer of cough , but thanks god I’m well now..this is from the past memories  

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now I enjoy the weather here , it’s suitable for going to a picnic 😀 

UP ( to the sound of love)

    

when the chance takes a role in life, plays with the events which not expected                           

 

 

 

gathered us with the right people ,

   who draw with us our dreams 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

fill the time with joyful , laugh and pretty things

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

 

    care by what we care 

     

   

 

                                   

 

                               

 

   make us see the beauty everywhere  

 

 

 

             

when they leave, 

we think we lost everything 

 

 

but

life never stop when someone die

never change by someone cry 

so why the sorrow !! it’s the reality we can’t deny 

 

 the adventures we live , the moments we spent

 will turns all to a memories

 

 

 

 

 

the soul we lost probably be the sunshine of our smile
taking us up flying with different colors of moments
combine feelings together wheather sad or pleasent
the sound of love is grater than the sadness
the people who left us , stayed their souls
lives in our hearts, grows inside through the years
share with us our dreams
whatever the life divide us of each other, will gather us in the grave
everything has a price , and the price of love is to live in happiness

the pictures are from the UP movie 😉