Melons for donkies

Extraordinary days are here again. Dreaming of the sun, days fulfilled with nothing to do. Lazy sunday mornings with someone to hold. Cloudy mondays without the headache and pain of work. A couple of days without the rush, spending all the time in all the beutiful surrounding places. Im dreaming of a summer rain, cooling the dusty air of the city.

And meanwhile Im dreaming, the life passes by. Im stuck to the slow but short moment that keeps reminding me of everything – everything that is fine. And suddenly, it is morning and there’s nothing to dream about.