Kevad on armumiseks, suvi armastamiseks.
Lazy days, beautiful nights, beachy hair, water fights, hot guys, tanned skin, schools out, summers in Elu ilma armastuseta on sama, mis aasta ilma suveta. Parim suvepäev on siin, kui päike paistab, tuul on puhumas, linnud laulavad ja muruniiduk on katki. “A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. Esimene pääsuke ei tähenda veel suve. Perfektne suvi tuleb siis kui see algab perfektselt Mina annan sulle kevade sina anna mulle suvi Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring. Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world. Those who don't pick roses in summer won't pick them in winter either Summer's warmth is in them still. Ega suvi pole naljaasi – sest hernes tahab keppi, till tõuseb, redis läheb kõvaks, kartul tahab panemist ja kurk kiletamist… Noor olla on mahutada endas kevadet, suve, sügist ja talve |
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