...she entered the cafè in a rush..
while the snow crystals on her hair were melting in silence,
she found herself sitting at the table next to the window..
glanced at the snow outside and thought: it is almost new year..
as the waiter came next to her,
she was already wandering around her wishes..
interrupted by the words of the waiter:
' what can i serve you miss? '
she answered all dazzled :
' may i have a cup of dream, please? '
the waiter - with a hint of a smile on his lips - asked:
' sure miss, how would you like your dream, with or without milk? '
' oh! with milk please...and sugar...a spoonful of sugar...'
while the waiter was leaving ,
she heard him whistling:
one more cup of dream for the road...
one more cup of dream 'fore you go
to the valley below..