When Summer Comes

Summer, soon, will be opened to all with warm hugs and the blue sea will welcome us, cheerfully. And, when its pompous eyes rinse the day in the great bath of its eternal breath, the weightless hands of twilight night will satiate love and these craving cicalas that flirt with the hornpipe dancers are indeed twinkly damas de noche, whose enamouring flames prowl for their naked souls, glowing like sparkly jewels in the evening sea.