That summer, all the colors of that year intertwined through those eyes, accompanied by the past deep in my memory, and penetrated the heart so quickly and without leaving any room, flying towards me like a flame.
She likes me, I know. I like her, but she pretends not to know. She didn't want me to know, I wanted her to know.
This is a diary about summer, a travel diary in a different place, and an unspeakable secret that I hold on to.
Purpose: Travel, women, movies, literature and art