I love summer… I really do, in both of my “lifes”.

For me summer means warm days, lazy afternoons trying to have a “siesta” meanwhile is impossible to go outside because the sun is burning, evenings with friends in a veranda talking about anything having a really cold beer, sweating bodies, nice smiles behind sunglasses, beaches, the sound of sea, parties near the sea with beautiful people dancing some lounge music, tight and wet bath suits, … This can sound a bit topical, but is how is summer in my city, in Barcelona.

Of course summer is much more, and part of this much more is summer loves.

Some days ago i was listening one of my favourite songs, Summer Son by Texas and then i had this image in my mind. What i like of that loves is the sensation of something burning you, that soft desperation becuase you know all will end soon, so you live all those moments with passion. Love that need of eat each other, that sensation of burning, that fear of losing, that moment… that moment…

Of course i always have in mind that summer loves have “sell-by” date, and always have in mind that i can think in that love beyond, but who cares? Who wants more when you can have it all concentrated?

Well, maybe is just i’m latin… and addicted to passion itself.