I rest. I don’t exist in such seasons. In the summer, everything stops. I escape, and I’m grateful for it. The sun does no favors to anyone, and the heat prefers to suffocate you silently, as the sea calls you in whispers. The south caresses flesh and mountains, a lazy lethargy on the hottest days.Συνέχεια ανάγνωσης «I Am Missing»
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My Summer
Summer. One of the four seasons full of carelessness and vitality, a time that satisfies the thirst of so many resentful people and returns the lost youth. On such days I proudly touch the sun and the blue sky without the slightest difficulty because that’s when everything stops. Obligations are put in the trunk, andΣυνέχεια ανάγνωσης «My Summer»
Diana Chem 