Poems about nudists and a few photos

My friend and I got to a nudist beach.
And I'm saving my memories:
The French woman takes off her swimsuit
On the sunny Cote d'Azur.

What a chest! The hips and shoulders were opened:
And wearing a small hat,
She easily goes to meet the wave,
Reminiscent of young queens.

Magical, naked and earthly.
There is so much beauty in a free body!..
She goes on tiptoe, not knowing,
Why are we standing with our mouths agape:

The sea caressed her like a bride,
Bestowing a spray of veils.
What does she dream about? Is unknown -
You and I don't speak French.

When in shiny droplets back
She will go with a smile on you,
You will feel-it's nice to be a nudist
And you will free yourself from the clothes.