Between a pair of pails, a pair of shoes has left by.
My cooling off in the summer evening, with sashimi garnish, and some bullets. Or, My cooling off in the summer evening alone, because of just been rejected from them.
Cicadas are buzzing, and I wonder why only my lips thirsty.
Looking frogs in the well, and laughing, some of them be exiled to a desert island does.
"Travolti da un insolito destino nell'azzurro mare d'agosto", at a first time, to taste sands.