At the end of the summer who was the ' last out of the sea?
The last one went home without closing the lid of the sea (B. Yoshimoto)
A beautiful sun ... what we have wrapped this summer. Many days in the city, the heat ... then, beaches, views of various kinds. Purchases, unnecessary thoughts, walks, want to do anything and everything, water slides and mental freshness served on a pool table, re sate at dawn, looking for tracks lost, phrases left in the air walking barefoot.
And now .. back to or Rigine, notes and resolutions for a new year. Yes, but now I do not want see that the days get shorter, the return traffic in the city repopulated, the television program of that suddenly resurrect as a fake after death. I do not want to see the return of De Filippi.
I know ... "Wake Me Up When September Ends" ... (every year I can not find suitable for this video pù)
It makes me melancholy 's autumn, which will lead to another cold winter .. but there is always someone who forgets to put "cover" the sea .. and so, as if by magic, for there always remains in the desire to live, that spirit of "good fortune" that summer has with him, when all things are possible. And this spirit warms us during the winter, reminds us that beauty is always possible .. you can find the summer anywhere: in a smell, a picture, a dream, a hug, a laugh. You Wake me up when September ends ... but the lethargy will not be so bitter.
