EStretched in a hammock, the two ends of which were firmly attached to majestic coconut trees, I scanned the horizon which, pierced by the last rays of the setting sun, took on a yellow-orange, almost golden hue. This natural spectacle, of breathtaking beauty, captivated me and transported me into a state of deep contemplation. The warm colors of the sky blended harmoniously, creating a living painting that seemed to change every moment, as if nature itself were painting an ephemeral work of art.
As this magnificent landscape slowly faded before my amazed eyes, I listened to the song of the seagulls that, like sirens, seemed to call me and tell me to come, to let myself be carried away by the magic of this moment. Their cries echoed in the fresh evening air, adding an almost mystical dimension to this already enchanting scene. I could also hear the waves breaking with a crash on leaden rocks, producing a powerful and soothing sound at the same time. Each wave that crashed on the rocks seemed to tell a story, a story of distant voyages and marine secrets.
I was enchanted by the combination of these sounds and the sweet music that resulted from them. I slowly closed my eyelids, sketching a smile of fullness, letting myself be carried away by this natural symphony. The air was charged with a gentle breeze that caressed my skin, adding to the feeling of well-being that invaded me. Invaded by this romance and its bewitching power, I let myself be rocked by the synchronous cadence of the swings of my hammock and this sweet intoxicating melody. I was soon "sweetened" by the sweet music of the night which, carried by the wind, came to whisper in my ear as if to caress me with a bath of tenderness. I had barely tasted the delights of the night when I was plunged into a most mysterious dream.
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