The colorful summer

I still remember

The smell of the chlorine

The diving hairline



It is divine, my child

And it only lasts a second



To study the plants

To hike the trails

Stray out from strange echoes

Collect the lights

Advice from the cows



It is divine...



To polish the pearl

To open the tomb

To piss on the hot street

Like transistor sunman



It is divine...