Golden Goodbye to Summer

Hello God!

Thank You for the Summer.

Today I am hugging the Summer with Golden Goodbye from my heart. My Summer is Sandy Goddess in a sparkling sandy dress with oceanic breathing and pine trees perfume. Her name is la Duna du Pilat. She is a French woman with unforgettable charm.

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La Duna du Pilat is the tallest sand dune in Europe. It is located in La Teste-de-Buch in the Arcachon Bay area, France, 60 km from Bordeaux. I am blessed by touching her sandy sparkling dress and  feeling her waves.

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La Dune du Pilat has a volume of about 60,000,000 m³, measuring around 500 m wide from east to west and 2.7 km in length from north to south. Its height is currently 110 meters above sea level. She is an impressive and gigantic. Dancing Kite.jpg

La Duna is my Summer Sandy Mother

I am her happy smiling child,

I love her bright and clear colors,

I am drawing with her face and eyes.

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She is a miracle – a granule of sand

Embracing the eternity of life

Where all times are waiving, flying

As a butterflies of delta planes.

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La Duna is a French woman,

Her charming smile is promising a gift.

The Arcachon’s Golden Candy she presents

For all of us – I have brought it to you!

Unwrap the candy and enjoy the gift you are blessed by the Summer.

La Duna is my Summer Goddess and wavering my Golden Goodbye to her is a little sad.  But with her help I understand the impermanence of all things. I write to her a secret message in the sand, Atlantic Ocean carries my words to all of us, whispering to your ears “I Love You!”

Goodbye, Summer! Goodbye Sandy Goddess!

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Romantic Picnic

Hello God!

Thank You for a summer joy of romantic picnic we go with our special.

“After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L’Heure Bleue.

She talked about “perfect moments.” One such moment happened that afternoon; she’d been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, ‘I’ll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L’Heure Bleue. For me they signify love.

by Susan Hubbard, The Society of S

The last video by Moschino visualizes the picture perfectly! Just imagine Chic Petals instead  L’Heure Bleue. In our case the matter is in pleasure of romantic picnic.

Have a romantic picnic on this weekend!