The season of dreams and hopes, in the summer, stopped again
on land full of
joy. The brightest daughter of the year has come up with pearls and a
dressed all in color.
Everywhere smells fresh. The shining rag of the sun rises
it is from the high, relishing all the life of the earth. The people are in the feast
full of rich fruit, which now turn to paragon.
The humor of gas that dances in the light wind blows, it all sounds
horizon.
The field flowers form multicolored carpets
the wheat spikes are baking and waiting to be thrown by hardworking people
resting greets us with green grass.
A summer season of holidays, beauty, and clear light that spring up
from every where
