Imagine that these are linden trees. June it’s their season. My college is on a boulevard full of linden trees. In june, before exams, imagine my mood for learning. Kisses are exhaustive and plenipotentiary surrounded by the smell of linden flowers. Dreams get a real and palpable silver contour. Somehow, bitter tears taste sweet under a linden tree. Its flowers have this amazing power of turning time according to your needs. Find a linden tree and hug him. Like I did yesterday.