In English, we’d say,” trust your gut“. In French the word is goût, it is spelt like “gut, only with an “o”. It means taste. It means passion. Trust your gut. Trust your passion? Gut and passion. It moves you forward. It is igniting!
Passion is an action. Passion is merciless. Passion is toxic. It is seductive, it flies you up the stairs when the odour of freshly brewed coffee intensely leads your nostrils up and up. Passion plays with delight. It adds the leathery foam to your coffee on the lips, it tickles your tongue. It lets the sensation of hot bitter liquid melt with the sweetness of the colder foam.
I would run-up. I would enter the door on the top floor. A warm coffee smell would blend with the floral freshness of the newly-cut tulips on the reception desk. Inside.
I would sip from a tiny espresso cup. I would carry a conversation, surrender my gut to the black liquid - soft on my tongue. Caramel espresso - “Le goût du risque. Passion for taking risks.
When satisfied, it exhausts. Its sweetness dissolves. I step down the staircase, away from the odour of coffee. The sharp, dry taste would cut my tongue and crave the simplicity of water. Outside I’d open my mouth and breathe cold air in.
Helena Magidas Johansen