is coming in August, a month for various reasons I never liked ... Almost everything seems to stop in an eerie silence, artifact, where the heat is oppressive and solitude no longer alive.
I had an aunt who was terrified of this month, perhaps because she lived alone, and perhaps because of it gave me the feeling that in August, contrary to the covers of glossy magazines and television news, is the month of abandonment.
Another sailing goes, until it disappears , someone was singing.
I had an aunt who was terrified of this month, perhaps because she lived alone, and perhaps because of it gave me the feeling that in August, contrary to the covers of glossy magazines and television news, is the month of abandonment.
Another sailing goes, until it disappears , someone was singing.
(photo by David A. Mellis) I'd like to be able to fall asleep and wake up that August is already over, the heat blown away by the rains, as an old enemy defeated by someone else in your place , to look almost tenderly.
(Posted at 4:04 last night in a sweat, try to understand me)