The day is hot, so hot that the sweat does not come out and afraid. I'm sitting on a bench in front of the work, but not today, are not at work. The images of this summer flow at supersonic speed but I can not grab one, the bubble head and make myself slow down. While I try to share part of a smile and immediately covered him with their hands, these days it seems rare and unusual, so I keep it for me.
If I turn off the 'switch I see a perfect sky, a deserted white beach and a sea green and blue that makes me turn my head for a moment, waiting I'm wrong ... Are your eyes in front of my
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