There's a Jimi Hendrix in all of us.

Alexander Mcking | Creative Copywriter/Project Executive |

Where our music is welcomed, we will play them loudly.
where our music is not welcome we will play them louder.


We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re approaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
 ‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.  I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?” My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.” Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks ‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’ It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.

 Source : [x]

We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re approaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:

‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.

I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”

Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’

It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.

 Source : [x]

(Source: wenchymcwench, via vhickles)

lullabysounds:

if you’re sad i suggest you allowing yourself to be that and when you’re ready to pick yourself up, that’s when you should. no matter how long it takes between the two, sad is not who you are it’s just how you’re feeling.

(via loveyourchaos)

You cut me down a tree And brought it back to me And that’s what made me see Where I was going wrong You put me on a shelf And kept me for yourself I can only blame myself You can only blame me And I could write a song A hundred miles long Well, that’s where I belong And you belong to me And I could write it down Or spread it all around Get lost and then get found Or swallowed in the sea You put me on a line And hung me out to dry And darling that’s when I Decided to go to seaYou cut me down to size And opened up my eyes Made me realize What I could not see And I could write a book The one they’ll say that shook The world, and then it took It took it back from me And I could write it down Or spread it all around Get lost and then get found And you’ll come back to me Not swallowed in the sea OohAnd I could write a song A hundred miles long Well, that’s where I belong And you belong with me The streets you’re walking on A thousand houses long Well, that’s where I belong And you belong with me Oh what good is it to live With nothing left to give Forget but not forgive Not loving all you see Oh the streets you’re walking on A thousand houses long Well that’s where I belong And you belong with me Not swallowed in the sea You belong with me Not swallowed in the sea Yeah, you belong with me Not swallowed in the sea

You cut me down a tree
And brought it back to me
And that’s what made me see
Where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf
And kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself
You can only blame me

And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that’s where I belong
And you belong to me

And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
Or swallowed in the sea

You put me on a line
And hung me out to dry
And darling that’s when I
Decided to go to sea

You cut me down to size
And opened up my eyes
Made me realize
What I could not see

And I could write a book
The one they’ll say that shook
The world, and then it took
It took it back from me

And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you’ll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea

Ooh

And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that’s where I belong
And you belong with me

The streets you’re walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that’s where I belong
And you belong with me

Oh what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive
Not loving all you see

Oh the streets you’re walking on
A thousand houses long
Well that’s where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea

You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea

(Source: justbesplendid, via whenweweremadeofdreams)