Oat latte made Sweeter

French historian Jules Michelet wrote: “Coffee, the sobering drink, the powerful food of the brain, which, unlike other spirits, increases purity and lucidity; coffee, which clears away the clouds of imagination and its dark weight; which illuminates the reality of things suddenly with the glare of truth.” .

 

When you spent almost the entire life harboring illusions or unreality. 

 

Dreaming of living abroad, being rich, liking people for aesthetic reasons. Wear expensive jackets or Prada's glasses. 

 

You find yourself with only twenty-six years old. And every lost moment wasn't lucid. Wasted days. Wrong way to daydream. 

Is not strange that the photographs in the drawer of your van are on your Twitter timeline, and they are memories from a year ago. The rest have disappeared in miles. You wonder if you really knew the people who crossed your path. 

You forget to appreciate the simplicity of everyday life. The beauty of a sunrise or sunset. The blue sky. The stars at dusk. A cup of filtered coffee in the early morning. Living with the bare minimum. . Like in a van crossing the highway. Or just a talk in the kitchen with someone you love.

 

 

It's all a description of someone apathetic who has lost the meaning of life and stopped seeing the beauty in the little things of everyday life.  

 

 

__And I am with people who perhaps once enjoyed my company. 

__I am sorry for having affected others along the way. 

 

I've written theses stanzas after had watched the movie nomaland, theses others belongs to the scenes of the movie.

 

__I'm not a homeless person. I'm just a house less. [...]

 

__My husband worked for years in a multinational company and when the day came that his company called him to tell him about his retirement, he discovered he had an illness and died ten days later. Before leaving, he said, "Don't waste any more of your time." [...]

 

__A short time ago, I discovered I had lung cancer, and the tumor had spread to my brain, and the doctors said I only had a few months to live. When I decided to buy a van and leave, one day I saw some seagulls hovering next to my rearview mirror. It was as if they were standing there watching me. Such a beautiful moment. If I had died at that very moment, I would have died happy.

 

We all choose a path to follow,  

 

In the film Nomaland the protagonist chooses to be a nomad and this is a metaphor to say that as long as there is life there is always the possibility of choosing where to go. 

Without forgetting the roots, or in oth er words, being aware that being in a fixed place does not mean having fixed roots. In the film, as driving to different places and still seeing photographs from other times and listening to songs that remind her of those old times

To go away but knowing you home is inside you. 

All the friends, parents beloved one. That fresh air of a summer day