July, the summer is magic

July, summer is magic, and you are wonder.
The wonder in the eyes of those who look at you. On a Monday that tastes of joy and not of Monday.
In a late sunset made of beauty, where the sky splits between pink and blue.
You are in the gratitude for the evening breeze, enjoyed in the garden holding a beer.
In the skin that smells of salt.

You invade by grace an uncover body.
You are awaited, and you make to wait.
You are in a dreaming of brightness.
On slow days, flying weekends.
In the summer that blooms, between a bite of popsicle and a dip in the pool.

July is a respite, it’s stopping and breathing. It is bella vita.
It is a shooting star, fleeting and signer. Express wishes never forgotten. It is possibility, it is the magic of a midsummer night where dreams no longer escape but wait for you, let themselves be taken, become tangible.

Dear July, it’s true: the wonder with which we look at yourself is subjective. It is emotion in my eyes, ours, yours. And we want to know it in all its gradations.
July you know, you are the favorite one, and whatever you touch, it glitters a little more.
And now that you’ve arrived, let us fall in love with you.
I know you will succeed, you bet.

In the month of July, we decided to celebrate it with the hashtag #summerismagic. Fill it with the meaning you want.
Tell us about all the wonder in your summer, we’re waiting for you on the hashtag on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.