You are the sweat taste of sugar mixed with the bitter taste of lemon.

You are the memory of sadness and joy in past moments of life.

You on holiday in reunion waiting to get out of your room to see the beach and the rest of its desires.

You are the sound of sadness of your tears slowly drip to the floor after another argument.

You are the sweat smell of ice cream in a storm trying to find the glory.

You are the difference between sweat and sprouts.

YOU ARE THE END…