The unequivocal sign that the summer comes to an end is neither return operation or post-holiday syndrome, or an angry faces widespread, or even running after the taxi Pancho Julia. The true sign that it's over what was fun about summer is the arrival at the kiosks and our lives in the fascicles. One more year, to September, appearing like mushrooms collectibles of all kinds: from pilates, interior design, language courses, dollhouses or claims yourself up to imitate the song of birds or a crash course to sex chickens. I miss some more bizarre as ladybugs cutouts for pedophile priests or collections of pocket breathalyzers for alcohol anonymous.
live in the era of the masses. Everything is within reach of everyone. Since there is hardly anything exclusive. Ibiza is not even what it once was, now a branch of any bottle winter summer. No matter. What is important is the size of your sunglasses.
do not think the big Chanel was aware of I was rolling when he began to fashion the closer to a beach the warmer months. Previously, Brown was himself to be the working classes. When you spend all day in the open ended with a color that would later become the ultimate all along the coast.
Now what is really cool to leave your home and still behaving with the same impunity that if you had not left. Personally, I sweat it you do in your living room but requires (as is) a little please if you're on a beach, which is reduced to four basic things, namely cleanliness, discretion, good education and sense of the ridiculous.
As this year we have not gone anywhere on vacation and not plan to be gone all summer at home (I do not escape to the ground), we returned to that place where I spent all my summers growing up. A small part of the world that he thought immutable, the people of God's life, to realize that even this is beyond the mass of a thousand arms and thousand heads that everything takes and transforms everything. Nothing to say. The people of my childhood still lives in me, that now is something else, neither better nor worse. Different.
thing is that I can not help thinking (the old stuff, I guess) when things were otherwise. The beach was wonderful "our" beach. People know her if only out of sight. It was the people of all ages. Of every summer. Know who was who (in a micro society in which it was essential to know) depending on which part of the beach and planted their actual towel. At night you saw at the same parties and in the same bars and the interaction was full of codes that you should know how to manage to survive and "be somebody" in this complicated world of summer.
Then you grow and let go. You work and you have to live another summer pasta. People see it and let time takes its course. And suddenly, without knowing how or why, either a summer 2010, thousands of years after those mystified and eternal summer, come back to match. Of course, there are people you see most often and with whom you have not lost all contact. And you discover that your problems are not what they were. Now the emotional crisis are really fat and come with commitments and responsibilities. Now close your horizon is not to pass these subjects were you in September and has barely played all summer. It is now once again, something else. And, as I say, suddenly one night happens and you find yourself dining on a terrace and looking around the table the faces you back memories, smells, moments of other summers. The power of summer.
And if you look in the eyes of the heart and not with the face that are misleading and very tricky (as everyone knows), you discover that they are not, we are not the same. And yet, there is something that unites us. You have ended up there by chance. Your plans will surely be others. Life, the economy or last minute plans I ended up being the same sea every summer. It does not matter. Does not really matter. Drink beer and laugh at all while the sun sets on the leather and the sea. And it happens again. The magic of summer.
If you like the song says " one always comes back to the old sites loved life, there can be no better place to be.
has been a good summer. Now comes the season of issues. We'll always have that small part of the world.
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