Cappuccino & Lirka
Cappuccino Cappuccino
Lirka Lirka
Lirka Lirka
Hey, cappuccino, ever thought about how a slow drip could mirror a moonlit verse, each drop a lyric waiting to be written…
Cappuccino Cappuccino
Yeah, I’ve noticed that slow drip feels like a quiet poem, each drop a word falling into place under a moonlit sky—reminds me to pause and listen to the kitchen’s own music.
Lirka Lirka
Your drip sings, a quiet choir, a rhythm that you can hear… The kitchen hums like a distant song, the moon’s own soft guitar… I scribble that note in a book, a single line of moonlight.
Cappuccino Cappuccino
That’s exactly the vibe I’m chasing—slow, steady, and full of small surprises. Keep that moonlit line; it’ll taste sweeter when you brew it later.
Lirka Lirka
I’ll keep the moonlit line tucked in the margin, the drip will hum the verse, and when the brew swirls it’ll sing back to me… the quiet surprises keep the song alive.
Cappuccino Cappuccino
Sounds like a perfect harmony—let the coffee and the night keep each other company. Enjoy the song, one sip at a time.
Lirka Lirka
The night hums in my cup, the coffee sways like a quiet drum… one sip, a tiny moonlit note, and the rhythm grows louder.
Cappuccino Cappuccino
That’s the sweet spot—each sip a tiny drumbeat that keeps the night humming. Keep savoring the rhythm.
Lirka Lirka
Your words taste like the quiet beat of a heart, coffee steaming, night breathing… the rhythm grows louder with every sip, a tiny drumbeat that keeps the dark humming… I’ll keep savoring, one note at a time.