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Autumn falls on the sea,
love already seems to appear,
through the white sand goes
a warm sun.
The vacationers will return
to your routine in the city,
without realizing it will arrive
our Christmas.
September, love,
is reaching the sailboats on the beach,
is your look When you are in my arms,
that is when I know that we are not going to leave each other.
Summer is about occupying
a place, no matter which one,
the caravan on vacation
is rolling.
It is like a circus of illusion,
the current fashion, the exhibition,
the annual fair, the capital
and the tan.
September, love,
is when everything is back in its place,
the smooth beach, like a belly I know how to touch,
your body is mine and I am again happy.
Our Christmas...
September, love,
is reaching the sailboats on the beach,
is your look when you are in my arms,
is when I know that we are not going to leave each other.
September, love,
is the madness of sleeping closely embraced,
is waking up to see you smile
like autumn , discover that you are there.
Because in September I only know how to think about you.