Torrido, afoso, soffocante. Luglio. Rallenta. O fermati. E' il momento di spogliarsi di ambizioni e aspettative, come pure di viaggi per andare al lavoro, vestiti, mobile phones, calendars. Now our desires seem to have narrowed. Perhaps because the needs are met? A corner in the shade, a cold drink, a cool breeze in the house or outdoors. A truce between the harshness of the day. A holiday behavior. The summer is not so much a season as a melody, gaiety tune humming when the days, wonderfully, they begin to blur ... Sarah Ban Breathnach
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