The Cafecito
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I have a passion for coffee and a profound love for music. This platform serves as my sole social media. I write stories, but mostly, I am lucky to read yours. Be blessed.
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Stories (9/0)
The Girl At The Front Row. Top Story - June 2024.
As I sat in my rented room thus with hardly a glimmer of light coming in from the windows and the candles, I felt transformed into a different era by the enchanting tunes of music. The sound of the needle running through the groove of the record came out as faint crackle, and for a moment, bands of feelings ran across with the strings breaking the shackles of time.
By The Cafecito7 days ago in Fiction
The Discordant Symphony Of A False Purpose
Static silos of the mind assert the truth that lies within ones desire, a discordant beacon that plays symphony of vanity, a noble cause is but an unplugged empty sound that covers actual melody of making each other’s existence a better one. A recognition that the quest for a magnificent objective is merely an empty tune.
By The Cafecito8 days ago in Confessions
The Fourth Drawer On The Left
In that all-embracing darkness of the old jazz club’s basement, the thick smoke of bourbon fumes used to mingle with the echoes of the brilliant songs. There, also stood a chest of drawers, with its beautiful mahogany surface weathered by the passing years. The fourth drawer on the left remains still, but in each one of them is the story of how the music emerged.
By The Cafecito9 days ago in Poets
Happiness Is Easy
Oh, Death, my companion so familiar, I start pondering a question that weighs heavily upon the fabric of existence. How is man, in his raucous concert, to rise above darkness of depression and the obsession with small things, so that he can then dance his circle of life? I am not sure, Death. For as much as I am the keeper of their moments, I am afraid that mankind as a whole is not ready for it. Their years are full of dissonances; their songs — with a background of the clangor of the shrill cries of trepidation and shyness. Nevertheless, amidst the chaos of insecurities and fears, there are scenes of spirituality, and mankind learns to see the divine streak in it. It is in those cracks and within those seconds of heavy breathing, that hope is truly found—It is a song of restoration and new beginnings. But how do they maintain this state of affairs, Death? Given that the lovers bear their hearts burdened by the weight of their own mortality? How can they be comforted if they are in a state of confusion when shadows of despair are hung over the horizon? Perhaps, Death, it is not my place to seek answers to these questions, but rather for humanity to discover their own harmonious response. Maybe that is what they need to do, simply to listen to the music only their souls can hear; only know that they exist — temporarily but beautifully. All the rest, is silent. But, Death, while I try to forget, I ponder whether humans possess the resilience to confront reality and transform grief and happiness into a weft and warp, in essence, into integral parts of life. Ultimately, the duration of these experiences in the grand ballad of existence holds no significance; it is the depth and resonance that truly matter.
By The Cafecito10 days ago in Poets
Solid Air
The nameless man was in a small 10x10 bedroom, that for him felt like 5x5 mentally. The rest of the house, felt pure greyness. With only dim lights; he was in a dejected position on his uncomfortable couch that was deep in sorrow. It was as if breathing had become a chore to him; every breath was a struggle as if the air around him had turned stiff and was holding him down, crushing out all happiness from him.
By The Cafecito14 days ago in Fiction
Calculated Hearts
On the face of it, social media describes a platform that opens up a world of a new social experience. That exquisite online world where every bond is strengthened and relations farmed. However, further consideration of the matter will reveal the fact that this window has been designed to show only the best of unauthentic worlds. Facade, and hashtags, inspire us to see the beauty in the world. But what the youth never tell us, is that behind each of those pictures, they have hidden insecurities and many things which they never really talk about.
By The Cafecito15 days ago in Motivation
I Believe In You
There is a story, a story I must tell, of love that is eternal, of love that has no boundaries, and it begins in the silent night, where days surrender to the darkness of the night, and wondrous things do happen. It’s a pretty bleak read that takes the plot of love, desire and intertwines it with eternity.
By The Cafecito16 days ago in Fiction
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