Description
Love and summer are like waves and wind: they were born to understand each other. We cannot think of one without thinking of the other. Love, understood as romantic passion, is nourished by the ingredients of summer: freedom, optimism, innocence, surrender, rapture and now. Because summer loves always happen now, when time stops, but they are as fleeting as a blink, like a cloud that, when you look at it again, has already become windy. Those are so intense and often unforgettable. They are adventures or normally fleeting relationships that taste like the beach, vacations, and, above all, freedom. But, are they real love or mirages of falling in love?