Sometimes we think for a moment, the circle in that you live, want break out him , search the colors the more brightness in times without the hours.

Of spring you enter in the summer, the more sun, the more entertainment, the music accompanies you.  

You sing , you dance  the sea stays  near you. 

The sun look you , smiles. 

The summer is present. 

The summer in July , the summer with Cancer. 

The bikini , the sea, the sun, the holidays.

Sleeping at the sun , a look tanned searching the love, the sea’s magic.

Who can  to be the happiness?

Don’t are the comparisons, the summer is a race after bikini , the forms make on sable , pets when give you the sensuality  , words of love. 

A storm of colors, the beach breaths to white , bleu, red, yellow…..at black. 

The sea gives the smiles , the love. 

A color for a day:

White?

Blue?

Red?

Yellow ?

Green?

Blue light?

Beige? 

Black?

The  fantasy questions , enjoyment in couple, the varies day.

The sea today, tomorrow is the mountains. 

A choose of season for conclude the holidays. 

Relax, beauty. 

The little thinks, July is in suitcase , of books, to decided in hurry , to breath walking. 

Tiredness to feel , the night arrives searching the love, a love lost or found with the summer. 

You looks the stars, the dreams. 

Awakening can to be today, tomorrow, after tomorrow.  

You chose a color for don’t make confusion. 

A part of you remains , on beach, in mountain; is the weakness of moment falls under the charm.

The warm burns you , you transpire on the sun, you think at the rain.

The time leaves you in waiting , to his circle, a race in fourth seasons, it hot, it cold.

A year that passed with you, the enigma in twelve months.  

The mystery by winter, the mystery by the spring, the mystery by the summer, the mystery by autumn. 

For today we are in the summer. 

We appreciates the month, the day.

We don’t ask of more.