The summer song is playing in the background
when we take the appetizer on a Monday either.
The summer song is sung by birds when early risers.
It is the sea breeze.
The fan blades.
Children in the square.
The market at noon.
The soundtrack of the village festivals.
The song of the summer is leading
that car bound for the beach.
It is the noise of the planes passing overhead towels
or keys as I write the novel.
The summer song is one
that whistle waking from a nap.
It is that you can not get out of your head.
The Star ad.
Which we asked to dance skin to skin.
The I learn unintentionally.
Which I get into the bags.
The one I remember forever
because it always sounds good.
The song of summer can be also the last year.
But above all,
the song of the summer is a kiss live.
A melody of Sighs.
A I love you.
Your smile and mine.
Or that's the song of our life?
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