Summertime The crimson glare of sun through close eyelids The scorching kiss of the wind The tinkling of the river in the stuffy atmosphere Squeaking insects Hands covered with fruits stains The smell of stone and wild grass The feeling fo cool tiles under one’s bare feet Space for secrets, time for freedom Blue and green summertime Mind is vacant One is off-screen… Let sail off into one’s dreams Let’s listen to the birds ans look at the stars Let the wind clear up one’s mind Let’s wear little nothings
