In summer the song sings itself

Kategori: Allmänt

When picking up the line and dialing the past, the first to enter the "those-were-good-times-area" is the summer. Killing the thirst with an ice-cold homemade lemonade in the sun, taking a walk among old genuine alleys of southern Europe, dance dance dance until night becomes dawn, feel that careless french attitude in the streets of Montmartre...Should I go on?

Making life even less stressfull by sliding into the sunset in an old man's colorful fisher-boat, feeling wet sand slipping through your fingers, relaxing with an old classic book as the day slowly ends, hanging out with dear friends and family... Truly, summer has a way of making everything glorious.


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