White reflections of the hot sun evoke blurry memories of my childhood holidays. Vacations with girlfriends, an eternal promise. Great lovers make you feel nervous, you are afraid you might not make it again.
You think that others might distract you from what you truly want: summer will always be the quest for the familiar. In this, you are alone.You only find relief in the thought that, if you want, you know where to find it.
In Astypalaia, in a bowl of pasta with tomato sauce (topped with lots of cheese).