In their miles of length, the beaches are covered with delicate embossed patterns, trembling in the heat-haze under the sun, stepping into a mirage of diamonds, evergreen and aromatic habitat, the triumphant pleasure of laughter and limbs yielding passionately by a river of sparks. The smiles running along the complexions of newly-washed fruits, glistening palms swaying in the sun, sensing the air full of butterflies, moving with a gratifying rustle. The jungly parts of the archipelago teeming with waterfalls and flowered hills, peacock waters with scents spilled over elastic vines.
As the afternoon advances, the sky metamorphoses and pours upwards – a great ball of fire before your eyes in a thrusted bowl of heat and light. The sun becomes a drop of burning gold, encased in the scent of ripeness. The colors of our celebrated sunsets increase, then drift and roll upwards. Clouds leap on wings of wind and we see a celestial fire with a heart of flame and riotous flowers. A lyrical daydream!