Estate by Mattia Riami

”The cicadas are singing so loud that I can hardly hear my friend’s voice shouting something to me, under my shirt a drop of sweat slides down my back. It’s hot in this sunlit summer, aniseed popsicles lower our temperature, dripping down our arms. We take off our clothes and run to dive, the water reflects our smiles and merges with the sky.

There are those who relax under the umbrella, there are children who build sand castles on the seashore and those who dive from the boat. There are mosquitoes that bite us and dragonflies that land on the water's edge. Sunburned skin and the scent of sunscreen mix with the aroma of coffee that someone drinks on a terrace. Some go fishing and some catch insects to stick them with shiny pins. Some float on the surface and eyes that meet other eyes and hands that intertwine with each other. This is life, this is summer.”