SUMMER

«The summer has came and with it the flaming void too. Piles of people concentrate on the edge of the sea watching each other like wolves searching for their prey. What follows the crowds is mud that the sun dries and turns to dust taken by the autumn wind. I hate summer because of that. Fake hopes and loves flourish and all the bad things grow with golden splendor. Can you hear my thoughts in the middle of this crowded universe? I'm thankful just for you don't hear it.»
[noético-30/07/2013]