<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497523" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When We Meet Again Sometime This Summer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i tell you, i do not like winters, and i do not wish<br>to go where winter lies. I am intolerant of anything<br>that freezes me, that thaws, that gives me frost, <br>that bites like an ant, that solidifies me like <br>refrigerator ice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i like summers. Flowers blooming. Green grass<br>spreading. Butterflies in different colors in the garden.<br>Bees just enough for the buzz. I love trees. I love <br>rivers, and springs and creeks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bamboo trees beside the rocks beside the pebbles<br>beside the river. I like the songs of the rivers. Lots of rivers.<br>Gentle rains. Hush winds. Cool shades. Shadows of mountains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we meet again, i like it to be this summer.<br>Lots of sun. Warmth., Sweat. Perspirations. Palpitations<br>of the hearts of the young on summer time.<br>Under the cool shades of the trees on summer nights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I always remember summer nights.Strong summer winds.<br>Flown hair. Drying pants and underwears. My legs exposed<br>Beside the brook. I like being naked. I like being on top of<br>everything. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With you, on you, by you, within you, in your mouth all over your face.<br>Oh summer breeze. See you. Feel you. Love you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497523" data-title="When We Meet Again Sometime This Summer de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i tell you, i do not like winters, and i do not wish to go where winter lies. I am intolerant of anything that freezes me, that thaws, that gives me frost, that bites like an ant, that solidifies me like refrigerator ice. i like summers. Flower..."></div> </div> </div>

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