The sun hits me strong
With no compassion for my shy skin.
My winter shade resists and makes me
a late arrival from the moon.
In this childhood of summer,
My melanin grows.
I retain my composure
While I slowly unfold
On the sand
And in the salty water.
Thermostable in the summer heat.
Chlorophyll-rich are my holidays.
Below my body in the day
And in my hands in the night,
Grass and flowers empower my journey.
Relaxing and breathing
The fresh green.
Your pipettes are still smoking
And your notes on scrap paper
When the holidays arrive.
A feeling of incomplete and guilt descends
While you leave the long concrete corridor.
your mind rushes
to plan and refine elegant experiments
Not to waste time
While your bikini awaits you.
I have no idea of what power
Is pulling the sun up today,
Across a deserted sky of summer loneliness.
I can estimate that strength
And find carefully inside myself
To push myself through the chores
Of the office, of the hobbies, of the marriage.
Even on this tortuous mountain
In this dry day off July,
I feel you watching me
With Your magnifying lens.
Your rules are met
And my sweat will drop to the floor
At any minute.
Your lens makes you feel powerful,
Yet it burns me in my place in the sun.
Calm and covered by a relaxed pale sky,
The lake represents me
A surface of sweet waves
Not higher than a foot
Condenses the life and motion
Under the surface.
Dynamic and cool,
I reach the
The approaching shore and its stony grass.