If I could name the shape of happiness, If I could show the place of happiness,If I could describe the smell of happiness,If I could convey the time of happiness,If I could elaborate the taste of happiness, I would tell youThat happiness is a cup of caffè macchiato,At my favorite coffee shop in Berkeley,With two fresh madeleines,An internet connection,And the world in my handsMaybe sometimes,Happiness happens on a Saturday,Even if you stayed home, jobless, the week beforeMaybe some days,Nestled in your chair,Fighting anxiety and fear,There might be a messageThat stirs excitement and hopeSprinkles a smile on your face,And grabs your heart with joy,At the thought of love.Caffe macchiato at Musical Offering in Berkeley.
5 comments:
may sunshine and happiness surround you. not only in a coffee shop but everywhere you go and everything you do. I'm thinking of you,Nazy jon.
anything on Sunday protest????
be nazaretoon nemiad in niroohaye amniati ke daran mardomo mizanan, ye joor hayee shabihe Irani ha nistan, bishtar shabihe Arb ha va lobnanihan, ?
Hi Nazy joon maybe happiness could be find in visiting a friend whom you have never seen but are connected in heart and mind. Why don't you pack and come to New York, I promise to take care of you as well as I can and won't let you feel any fear or anxiety. With two dogs, we have enough to keep you busy for life!
Reading your words,so sincere
is like having a coffee in my favorite coffee shop.:)
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