Just one week away from welcoming the summer, the clouds shadowing on us start to move away to let the sun caress our skin, the rosé in our glasses start to heat, causing the drinks to finish faster; the laughter, the music, the wind, your eyes, staring at me and engaging me without warning, moving forward into the cool water where you and I become one, feeling the movement of every particle of the water, skin to skin, touching your lips and feeling the heat of your body distantly inside the water... Avec le rosé, qui a éteint toutes mes pensées; l'eau, que ma température a baissé; et tes bras, tes bras, qui m'ont fait me perdre dans tes lèvres...