Prompt:
A GLASS FULL OF SUMMER
The birthplace of the aperitif - this is Turin. A century and a half ago, the custom arose here, at the end of the day, for people to say "Cheers" with a glass in hand, full of tart, refreshing taste, pieces of ice and ... a promise of lightness. Just like the very assurance in the Italian meaning of the word "Aperitivo" - "THE THING BEFORE". That's right, not "after", but before! The introduction to evening relaxation, the prelude to freedom after another working day. The smiling ritual of relaxation. The minutes descend on the marble steps of the palaces, the clocks with golden hands slow down the beat. The early evening has come and spreads its hair on the squares
The drinks VERMOUTH and MARTINI were also born in Turin. Carefree in glasses, ringing in an evening toast. Light intoxication and sparkling laughter. Cooling ice cubes in the heat. And SO MUCH SENSUALITY! Hinted, unspoken, experienced...
In the homeland of the aperitif, Turin, appetizing little "bites" are always added to the glasses - olives and cheese, crispy pieces of homemade bread and pickles, neat mini-sandwiches and a plate of chips. You ordered only two cocktails, and suddenly the table is piled high with countless small dishes. And behind their porcelain edge, the sunset quietly peeks out ... And you wink at it.
The cathedral bells ring, and with them, like an invisible veil, the sigh of the evening spreads over the city. In the glasses is ... AN ENTIRE SUMMER. A toast, falling in love, a secret kiss. And obvious wildness. Unwritten lines. Whispered thoughts. Right there - on the edge of the glass, in which the summer sun sets.
Cheers, my NOW! The night is still so far away, and the day that has flown by - a fleeting memory, already forgotten in transit aside. Between them is my cup. And your cup! And between our cups is eternity. In a glass ring we defeat it
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