August under Virgin.

Heat!

Every day the more. 

The sun burns all. 

The grass, the plants, the flowers.

It transpires, it runs in sea, it runs under the shadow leaved by mountain.

I look, there are  like at me. 

The romantics, lovers, melancholics,  after the things lost.

We opening the heart , leaving  free the thinks, searching the friends. 

I run under the sun, I like hearing the sea, I like looking the mountains, I like to feel the fragrance of grain.

The fragrance of breath to feels for all , the fields is golden, the hands search, cherish.

The grain.

The marvelous of August the mystery by Virgin. 

A month protected , unbeatable for the summer, sans the  night shadow.

The divertissement is the maxim. 

Solitary take you the mountain, passing in years , in same places , without words. 

Prefers the strange, under the hearsay leaved by the sea. 

Always  he receive you , to give you the green, a new aria , yet to freshen up the body.

The sea to give you the nostalgy of love, the mountain , the wisdom.

An eye profound of sea, a thing of mountains.

Joyous , we running in all the parts.

Todays we fell the the sable. 

White?

Red brown?

Brown black?

Non don’t matter!

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, the wave?

The big?

The water is bleu, green?

You swim san look.

After tomorrow ?

I run on the mountain. 

I cry , echo after echo!

I am …….ooooooo.

You are……uuuuuu?

A man. 

A woman.

That  love the summer.

Burns of the sun, dirty of transpiration, pure in the sentiments. 

One heart, two hearts. 

Always in mystery of world.

I take in my hands all that leaves me the nature , I appreciate ; and leave for the another. 

The sea….

The mountain…..

In August.