The old summer has hidden its face in light and sand

The old summer has hidden its face in light and sand, Dreams rise like shining clouds above, Covering ethereal castles, a part of our beach; No wind to chase them, only a delicate hand. The salt and the sea speak softly of eternal love; The changing waves reach golden laughter... In this mystical silence, thoughts intertwine like waves, Indulging in ecstasy, in memories of summer and incandescent sand, Time dilates, losing itself in infinity, And all that remains is an echo of laughter and love hidden in the breeze. With closed eyes, I begin a ritual of remembrance, Where our dreams united with the sky, Each moment became an eternal ecstasy, In a dance of souls caught in summer's enchantment. Thus, in the flow of consciousness, I always return To those moments of tranquility and mystical light, Where the sun's rays played in your hair, And everything seemed possible, in the ecstatic magic of summer. In the burning light of memory, The clouds pass, and the sun hides with playful laughter, The blue extends its hand to the soul, Dreams fly on the winged horse of time.