by Inga Gezalian
We start the sleepless season each June. Although we are not those club-wanderers in the search of alcohol, we are still young, drastic, and challenging.
You know, there are a lot of simple and white things in the darkness of summer nights: the sand...the cocktails with cream, the Milky Way.You know, there are a lot of simple and white things in the darkness of summer nights: the sand, which seems to absorb the shine (of the moonlight or of the border lights), the cocktails with cream, the Milky Way.
We seem to be moving in a straight line, trying to escape from the loudness. Then, when feeling quiet and calm inside, we return to the dance floor, bringing sea shimmers to the unconscious crowd. In one night, a thousand small things change - the particles of heart and soul - mechanisms return to the summer rhythm.
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