Summer hit 2013

For who loves the summer. In this universe we

call a campsite. Peace on earth. The sun is like

an iron. The swimming pool is boiling. Birds are

melting in the trees. People are looking for

shelter. A piece of shade, a dark spot. We

yearning for the deepest: a breeze. But there is

no wind. There is only this metal vibration of

hot air. As if we live on a highway in Nevada.

That's why we open our coolers. Coke and beer

cans are lying around us like a coven. Someone

turns the page of a book. Drops of sweat are

falling on the ground. It is obvious. Today, the

summer keeps us in a stranglehold. To compare

it with Yesterday. By then, we were telling

exiting stories at the campfire. We sang cheerful

songs under the starlight. We were the lords of

the lawn, the dukes of the barbecue. We started

to interpret the world around us if we were

visiting Disneyland. We explained our reasons

of existence as if we were to make a shopping

list. But for now. The heat sears our memories.

And we are continuing what we are doing so

well in this sweet inferno. Surviving. Seeing out.