This is a beach.
But I don´t remember beaches,
memories come from a river where we used to eat bananas
while the flattest stones jumped their little precise dance over the river.
Every detail comes in sepia, but the warm filter is not the memory. Back then there was no sepia vintage marketing, Summer was already a nostalgia that we were able to cuddle. We knew it. Knowing it at that moment was the dye...
Those little presents brought the future,
jump stone jump stone...to the other side.
They were simple stones but the future turned them into wild boomerangs.
Wild and sweet boomerangs,right.