The Sunny Day

The color of spring,
The voice of the Sun,
The scent of light clouds
Over the clear horizon of the town.

If you stand on top of this hill,
The fondling morning breeze
Takes you all around
At every nuke and corner of the season of May.

If you look around among the colorful skins and
The good tunes of the curves
You can see the loving pulse of the bodies
Under the young skin of the town.