On a hot summer day, you are blinded by the sunlight. A smell of dry hay rises from the endless fields. This wild nature is very familiar to you. Carried on a breeze laden with spices you run to join the gypsies dancing. The sun warms you as the multi-coloured shawls shake to the sound of the music. Undulating bodies approach and recede; necklaces jangle to the rhythm of the music, the sensual, all-encompassing scent of amber echoing the peppery fragrance of carnations, with spicy notes of clove. Radiant, sensual, totally free, you let yourself go to the sound of the music, taking full advantage of the present moment. The violins take precedence over the guitar, the dark scent of the immortal spreads and only your mesmerising eyes appear behind your large colourful shawl.