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Familiar Hawaiian party in FKK beach.



We love the whimsical beauty of the nature's shapes. And we feel they are whimsical because we are far too far from Earth. If someday all the people live far away from the wild nature, I want to be the last person to be removed from paradise. We have the paradise near, but we look for the paradise beyond the commercial offers and consumerist fakes. The biggest treasure is having nothing but wild nature. We live too fast. We live too stressed. The way of life we assume is often depressing. One thing leads to another. 
Every summer, I manage to scape from the burning hell of ambition. I try to add a little bit of magic to my life. In these days it is customary for me to explore new ways of beauty, and to join nature, and to breath freely. Going back to the nature is like pulling a cork from the bottle of the purest wishes. 
In holydays, my family and I usually come out of the civilitation's vortex and try to set our life loose. Sometimes it looks as though there was no getting out of dark civilitation smokes. But the strongest power lies in the imagination. And therefore we walk down the road where freedom is.
Our staying in a natural spot, in a FKK beach, on a familiar environment, far away from any profit-seeking mind... means a liberation. 
Some days ago, in the night, we organized a familiar hawaiian party. We were thousands of miles away from Hawaii, of course, but suddenly we felt as we were there, probably because we have only one Earth, and anyway all is connected. We sang, we danced, we prayed to the nature's powers, to the beauty's goddess. We wished love for all the human kind. We burned all the black thoughts. At the end, when we blowed out the candles, we asked a desire with every extinguished candle. It was a fancy and magic party.

Now, we are in the civilitation again, but we'll try to stay awake, to stay aware... working to bring nature's beauty back to our everyday.
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