And here I am.
A terrace overlooking the sea, a little wind in your hair, the hot midday sun.
Usually the summer makes me shine.
I stop smoking, taking my favorite position: the back slightly bent, elbows resting on the balcony, a cigarette between the fingers of his right hand.
The sea is a little rough today.
The clear sky.
Cigarette smoke goes away quickly because of the wind.
A group of girls laughing after a cascade of words that I can not decipher.
A man goes through his newspaper.
A little girl walking with her hand before his eyes.
Summer makes me anxious, perhaps, I think as I watch, behind a yellow bikini, the breasts a girl's bike.
Long hair, escaped from the strap, I cover my face.
would be incredible if someone noticed me.
Man thoughtfully. On the terrace. Summer.
Summer makes me hopeful ...
The sun gets too hot.
eyes burning behind the smoke escaping.
may begin to tear.
In search of shade, I set out with his hands in his pockets, towards home.
