When the sun shines bright on my face, burns a little pain, there is some warmth. I know, the summer came, unconsciously. Look at the sky, as if to see Blazing Angels waving wings, hit bursts of warm air, the smell of flowers with thorns, and then told me that I have found paradise.
In May, bringing long lost passion. Fiery movement, such as water-like sweat. Off his coat, remove the bondage of body and soul, to find our dream flying in this young season. Snow has melted, spring has been irrigated, had sown the seeds of a dream, bloom in May in this passionate.