The Summer Time

January 31st, 2015

I ever had a summer time with lots of people I cared surround me and so many things I loved to do.
I ever had a summer time where many people put their beliefs in me, where I believed many of them
I ever had a summer time where I gave care to humanity and did real act to help people in trouble

The summer time
The time I believe in Love, trust myself, my judgment,
The time with desire, temptation and passion
The time I saw things in positivism

That the dying roses fell but the new branches would grow roses, hundreds of them
That the cloudy day ended and the next day with sun and Mama watering flowers and Papa washing our car

I grateful all those moments, believe that the summer time would never be ended

Those warm nights
Those night insects

It ends with Papa in prayer and Mama on the bed, never be that silent, never be that cold

The crack on my summer frame, my dying roses, my empty home