Eau Sauvage - The Garden of the Blind

There is a garden where an infinite variety of birds sing all morning, ignoring any need for feeding, while flying is the only joy of the early gentle breezes and bright light - the wonderful feathered pulses.

In that garden a certain freshness calms the nervous minded poet capturing his senses with humid fragrances as bees levitate past his eye from marvelously colored flowers and green grasses.

Everything speaks of sunlight so loudly and splendidly one has to close the eyes to truly see the beauty around them and one has to inhale deeply to get a true picture of the liveliness abounding and dancing in every direction.

The garden is dense yet one can easily move through it without taking a step. The dew never fully evaporates and the colors never cease to dim. It's not an imaginary place ... it's quite real and might even be right behind you without you realizing it.