I want to be consumed by these landscapes.
Have their glitter fill my eyes, mouth, and lungs; to have blood that sparkles.

Oh summer skin, warm and supple, full of freshness, I miss you already. I remember I spent this day reading Proust in my yard, and at evening I lay on the couch to observe my favourite tree atop the hill. She danced with the breeze, in the full bloom of the setting sun, and my legs tingled at the sight.

People I know have mentioned a lack of romanticism this summer. Maybe I'm content with too little but I had a marvelous time. I felt so in tune with all the colours, scents, and textures. It was as though the season finally found me ripe enough for embracing, and decided to enhance all my senses. I think she did her best caressing at the island. There I lay my head to rest on her lavish lap and was completely consumed. Oh heaven really is closer than you think, you just have to let it find you! One day I'll have a little cottage too, and paradise will be with me always.

That day the snow bent every tree
You banished me with iron chain
I heard your venomous decree
"Return when Helios reigns again".

Today his light warms every bone
Even death it could beguile
Keep your promise, lips of stone,
Let me see you smile.