El atardecer del verano empezaba a envolver al mundo en su misterioso abrazo. El sol descendía a lo lejos, hacia el oeste, lanzando los últimos destellos de un día fugaz, destellos que se detenían amorosamente en el mar y la playa, sobre las rocas cubiertas de vegetación que contornean la costa.
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The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious embrace. Far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the weedgrown rocks along shore.
—James Joyce, Ulysses.
Summer is fading away and while I read James Joyce's Ulysses and listen to Dustin O'Halloran and Frank Sinatra's Summer Wind, I feel transported to those beaches that Joyce talks about. I feel like listening to the sound of the waves, enjoying the last days of summer under the sun and strolling the white sand at sunset.
Ph.: La piscine (1969), Georgia May Jagger by venetia scott, David Hamilton, Stealing Beauty (1996), François Halard, Jane Birkin, Kate Moss, Leroy Grannis, Grace Kelly by Howell Conant, Persona (1966), Summer Interlude (1951), Quentin De Briey