-italian cake.
-yaprak kitabevi, this bookstore that used to have the best cafe that has ever been. smell of coffee and tea and warmth of the inside. music, always the best. friends, great ones. adolescense. -sena's mom. the apartment they used to live in. overeating while studying. music.
-me. the taste of tiramisu, different each day after. coming home from school. a summer's day, somebody's birthday. my family. how my uncle loves it.
-chocolate offered today. the taste and intensity.
-28/02/06 sitting on my couch, right in the middle, with turkish coffee on the side, suddenly feeling so much better.
how come it's just a cake?
1 comment:
i miss tiramisu. maybe i should treat myself to a good one tonight. maybe from Paul. mm.
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