down the window, feel the fresh air that just before dawn-and-squinting I do not think of anything else. On the night of lights and stars, the beach is my only salvation.
It 's summer, the summer knows that my skin tanned from the summer go together, making nonsense along the crowded streets of people who know each other are mixed.
These days I seem to live "the last things": the last time before leaving the disco, sunrise view in the last row on the road still alive, the last breakfast after a night of binge-heartedness.
There are many details that make some unforgettable experiences with the summer I find myself looking for an example.
tanning gets rid of my dark circles, with jeans, shirt and loafers, ready to be taken in hand to feel your feet touch the sand, the night is the beach of desires and refreshment of the mind.
let me drag not caring patterns, ports, arrival and departure.
not mind being there but .
[Ravenna-Bologna-Milan-Malpensa-Stockholm-Arlanda]
look back on these days, the cicadas, the sun burning behind the slits of a roll, to the feel and thrills of sheet at the first light of day.
had done-that-I'll think I'll ever do it again.
I can always do it again?
And the days pass, and fell in love in the cold.
And the days pass, warming the heart and soul of a madman like me, who knows he has all but which never fails to appreciate the way down.
I help you?
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