Summer 2017
I want to live, not just survive.
I want to feel, not just cry.
I want to go to the beach, maybe get a tan.
I want to go to gigs, and have the time of my life.
I want to breathe, and feel alive.
I want to go somewhere where nobody knows my name.
Art museums and coffee shops.
I want to pretend my life’s a game.
Poetry and hugs.
I want to party, until my body aches.
I want to party, until there’s no happiness left to fake.
I want to make memories I won’t forget.
I want to forget what I’ve learned in school.
I want to kiss you, and hold you close.
I don’t want to say goodbye, I don’t want you to go.
So promise me, this will be the summer of our lives.
If It’s not true, at least we’ve tried.
—By Beatriz C., 18, Spain