Beyond summer days

It was a summer day, one of those when flies flutter around the legs and sweat marks appear on the t-shirts of everyone who is doing something else than blinking.

Elisa was sucking an ice cream while playing with ants under the apple tree. Adults were sleeping in the cool rooms from the stone house, and grandparents were trying to watch the soap opera but were also dozing off.

The girl with bulging eyes and muddy dress told the insects that she was hoping to receive a new bike as birthday present. She wanted to go to the fields and ride through the longest hill to demonstrate to her friends that the best brakes were always the sport shoes.

The wheat fields that surrounded the familiar property had been witnesses of the general course of loves and traditions. The walls were surviving hardly despite the kids and parents mischiefs. 

Elisa looked at the sky imagine how the clouds were changing into monster silhouettes and magical beings that remained alive in her innocent gaze.

The little one with brown skin tanned by the mountain air was waiting impatiently the time to swim in the river and say hello to the cows from the neighbour´s farm.

The beds seemed to overgrow by that season and, even so, there was always free space for one more chair at lunch time. The laughts mixed with the toasts in the long conversations after eating which could be listened from the street by the opened doors.

Elisa perfumed her skin with jasmine smell and showed everyone her bruises ensuring that she won against the floor, the pine tree and the mastiff which wanted to eat her lollipop.

The infant lady with tangled hair played with her hands as if were corverting into a camera and she could saved all those moments to be sure that, even being far, she could always return to them, take force and change the reel to create new ones.