domingo, 26 de agosto de 2012

Sunday field

 
It is almost unbearable. You spend the day feel the sweat running down his back and chest. It is trying to quench thirst all the time and even fresh water looks so hot that touches the lips. You feel the air almost unbreathable. It does not have the strength and will to nothing to almost nothing. It is only want to be under cold water. It does not have more to undress. But at the same time just be willing to leave home at dawn. Drink something with ice while looking at the stars. You want to indulge the body in sea water and in the dark of night. It is an enormous heat which still feels like to be all days of the year.
 
 

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