We are using a traditional moca machine on a gas fire. No cartridges, electricity or pre-dosed units.
- He had frugal habits, I can now speak this secret. Others, it will be right and just to keep.
No water is like that of the land I belong to. Now I am asked if any water will do. I acquiesce, but cannot agree.
-Nature tends towards enthropy and untidiness. Life's response is a call to order and method. There is joy in metabolism.
Compress the ground black dust into the filter. Too hard and you risk a blockage, too loosely, and you will lose character.
-The art of wisdom, glimpsed but never owned. I carry the matrix, devoted to trying.
Look, listen, and smell the signs.
-Children's eyes are large, as eyes never grow. Ears grow, and they are the last to switch off. There are no smells is space. But I know children's eyes are large to drink up hot sunshine.
Drinking up black sunshine. No milk, no water should contaminate the finished brew.
-Keep all tears out of this precedure. Look to a higher place. To love is to free this time.
Breathe and feel the rush - a shot of life and pleasure.
-My friend, could I have kept you longer? I'll never know. Godspeed. I miss you.
The best I can do today.