From Zagora to the dunes of Chegaga by way of the mountain and the desert of sand, the unlimitedness of Sahara offers itself to the glance to leave at the bottom of the heart and of the soul the tracks which only the main part drew.
 Tea in the middle of the Sahara |
Palm grove of Zagora |
 The music
lover dromedary comes for listening closer |
 Everybody lunches in the shadow of the tamarisk
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 Music in the evening in the tent
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the desert in another way... with love... passion... The desert... ground of meeting with itself, with people
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When the ochre of dunes gets involved in the blue of the sky... When the water of the well sings in the oasis... When the step of dromedaries gives rhythm to the silence and when the glance kisses the unlimitedness of the space... When the first evening star illuminates the sky and when the small blue teapot seats on the fire, you settle down, present, in the middle of nowhere. |
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"How to describe all the feelings felt during these some days, the delight in front of the big dunes of the magnificent landscapes, the overtaking and the discovery of one... the words are not rather strong to describe all that I was able to feel … A door opened towards my research for spirituality…" P. | "What a joy to share the dromedaries'life : walking to their rythm, serene and regular, sleep under the stars, admire this landscape and never be tired of it, seating at the top of these seducer and mischievous animals, however confortable. Desert is in the same time troubling, soothing, disturbing. It makes us crying, laughing, thinking, and sure I will come back more." A. |
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