suns of Luberon

it is not lavender fields, not red wine in ceramic cups, sunset on the walls of Luberon, none of it is, it is not even the odour of the sea, hot air… this is something in us, in our souls and hearts, a piece of history, fragments of feelings , the pride of the kings and the hardworking of the farmers, and all that drove and passed through this landscape… the interesting thing is that it can’t be snapped as photo… it wants loneliness and calm and closed eyes and silence and red wine in the ceramic cup, sitting next to lavender field, smell the sea… then it permeates the man…

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