Август бил Неделята на лятото.
Може би, ама аз тайно си се надявам на едно циганско такова през Септември. Да дишам морски въздух и да ми пари пясъка на краката.
“I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads.