"Summer, you're hot as the kisses that I lost, are full of a love that has passed, that my heart would like to cancel ..."
Estate, now we're almost to your term.
ends with you the freedom to move, see, hear, feel, dream of a better life.
Nearly 2000 miles run up and down the center north, right and left of this beautiful boot, that despite all the amenities is a land rich, generous, charming. Different and unique people you meet always where you expect less.
so amazing and special foods that you can literally shake the palate.
And then the apparent condition of love that every summer I find myself unprepared but ready to accept.
life lived for short term, in fragments, moments.
Life subtly slipping through their bodies, faces, stolen moments of love.
I am going to live the last hours of this wonderful summer.
The summer of love that ends and gives way to new days.
Days of awareness, compassion, Life!
... Estate, which has given its scent to every flower, the 'summer that created our love, to make me die of grief "
