There was always summer. It was a town so small that only the stay was granted to three little people. Every morning they woke
between warm sheets can smell the aroma of freshly cut grass. Opened his eyes and saw the light trying to enter through the cracks of the wood blind. Still could feel the fragrance of the spiral of the previous night. They decided to rise to hear the nature singing in the sun each day. Still squinting their way to the room, covered their faces hands and gradually accustomed to the look at the light coming through the window, illuminating every corner of memories.
mornings were beautiful, poked his nose out the window, closed their eyes and smelled of jasmine filled the air mixed with pine twigs, some shades of lime, small loquat fruit, bits of palm, lemon zest and several hideouts childhood taste green.
lived there these three little people, games and seas filled adventures with mermaids, waves huge ships carrying treasures in the ocean, delicious recipes with natural leaves, flower petals and red berries. They traveled in a single step from a handful of sheets to a house of princes, from the heights of trees to a wild jungle full of exotic animals.
In those days where everything was possible and where the evenings were endless, toured every corner full of laughter, mischief, complicity and imagination.
At sundown, the lanterns of every home is going on and the aroma of each summer night filled his lungs with new adventures for planning.
between warm sheets can smell the aroma of freshly cut grass. Opened his eyes and saw the light trying to enter through the cracks of the wood blind. Still could feel the fragrance of the spiral of the previous night. They decided to rise to hear the nature singing in the sun each day. Still squinting their way to the room, covered their faces hands and gradually accustomed to the look at the light coming through the window, illuminating every corner of memories.
mornings were beautiful, poked his nose out the window, closed their eyes and smelled of jasmine filled the air mixed with pine twigs, some shades of lime, small loquat fruit, bits of palm, lemon zest and several hideouts childhood taste green.
lived there these three little people, games and seas filled adventures with mermaids, waves huge ships carrying treasures in the ocean, delicious recipes with natural leaves, flower petals and red berries. They traveled in a single step from a handful of sheets to a house of princes, from the heights of trees to a wild jungle full of exotic animals.
In those days where everything was possible and where the evenings were endless, toured every corner full of laughter, mischief, complicity and imagination.
At sundown, the lanterns of every home is going on and the aroma of each summer night filled his lungs with new adventures for planning.
Thus, the three little people were collecting timeless memories in an old trunk invisible.
himself and now I always carry with my memory.
