summer nostalgia
it's been 5x4 years now... of
surrendering to 35C sun lying on sidewalks during moments of despair when there's no more water
silver spray painted tennis shoes with an accidental line of blue
a 120mm film camera hanging from the neck and a 35mm in the backpack
sequin tops, tulle skirts, half-shaved hair
the smell of freshly cut grass burning in the sun
café-bar on the highest point of the city making it late for the coliseum events
summer nights with dares and dances under the water drops from the sprinklers
art exhibitions with pauses for coffee and watermelon ice cream
thrown in the pool after getting dressed for dinner (prank)
work until late at night after live music to get the articles published in the morning
weirdly funny interviews with unforgettable dialogues and uncalled for opinions on the make-up
reports and reviews that could never convey what one felt during *that* song...
conversations from airplane cockpits heard with a cool gadget,
Boeing airplane models and characteristics by heart (can't remember anything now)
set TV to porn channel at max volume to wake someone up (prank)
a sandwich with scrambled eggs, cheese, slices of cucumber and loads of garlic sauce
caipiroskas and gin at the beach
lucky wins at the casino
the unique smell, almost a taste and nearing a physical feeling, of the joy in the city
portrait doodles in the metro and bus hoping no one sees it
every single moment of those summers felt like this song...
