Images and poems in a dreamlike atmosphere (1)

Simply unaware of how beautiful we were, pure as lilies, playful and changeable like the March wind, dressed in the scent of linden trees... Now that time has passed, many of us have become as gloomy as a leaden November, unable to grace their lips with a broad smile, to express our mood with a crystalline laugh, or to attempt a joyful run, barefoot, on the green and grassy carpets that Nature offers to every. Every day, each of us, for a senseless and silly reserve, misses an opportunity.

RETURN FROM THE SEA
A few strokes in the water, that little bit of sun that isn't enough to tan, and a day has already been spent at the seaside (only one!)....
I think I'll go back in a few days, even if the summer heat seems to be receding irremediably: autumn is upon us. With the image of the boy who, somewhat reluctantly, leaves the joyful company on the beach to return home