Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
Give me sweetness. A little more sweetness. I have to get up, but give me a minute longer.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
When the air is cool and the eyes struggle to open. The sweet smell of milk on the stove blends with the deep shades of banana. It’s so sweet, awakening.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
Enjoy the beauty of a simple and fresh breakfast while sitting on the bed with your eyes still clouded.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
I open my eyes and see those drops of glass hanging over me. The slight warmth of my skin lingers on the sheets, while I slowly prepare something that feeds my first hunger.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
The air rustles my hair and ruffles my thoughts while I’m riding fast. In my mouth the sweet taste of a fresh fruit smoothie wakes up my senses.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
Nothing represents summer better than the color and the fresh taste of watermelon. Wake up early, and find the similarities that confirm that this fruit of the earth has the same colors created by the rising sun.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
The charm of the empty streets, the silence of a sleeping town. The scent of fresh linen blends to that of dense flowers illuminated by the dew. This morning, the thing I need is the air, and just a little more.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
The purity of the morning light accompanied by the essence of the fruit mixed with the freshness of milk. It’s a side of what I use to call happiness.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
The buzzing of bees attracted by the sweetness of the fruits. The heat rises and I look for refreshment in a potion made of fruits mixed with ice, becoming a regenerating smoothie.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
The scent of flowers inebriates the air while the jam creaks on a rusk. It’s all it takes to start the day smiling.
