Tro Enez veur
(Ile-Grande)
After the small bridge to the Ile-Grande built by a patriarch of my ancestors in the late 19th, following the end of the world, Noah's ark when it comes to saving tirelessly to taste its mystery, its authenticity wild in the waves at high tide or in its green sand came from the mists of time ... without forgetting its iridescent strikes the eye, telling her palette of colors ranging from brown to gray, from the green algae. On this island I received the gift of life and say with a little humor between the earth and the sea, it remains for me to find the sky ... The sky so beautiful in that no painter could provide the variety of shades that makes us admire ...
Besides, what is this incomparable artist and creator who gives us such a beautiful harmony?
Here all is rapture ... The evening light in particular, in a culmination of broom and gorse and golden, in February, mimosas. The refinement of flaming sunsets which, sinking in water, is taken to heaven by the reflection of water, shades of pink and purple.
What elegance, what glare when everything calms down and that the haze extends her veil and left heart and mind to delve into the imagination and travel to infinity. The island is not round and yet I, who have traveled a thousand times, I perceive circular, like a breast feeder. The rock that surrounds it is blue-gray and she remembers the work of the quarrymen who mined and worked. The tour of the island is completely chopped by the work of men. They have survived through this beautiful stone they cut and who has graced our homes and buildings so beautiful.
North of the island by storm, the sea is intense and engulfing ... It frightens, threatens. The breakers have an energy that reflects the strength of the primordial gods of the universe! Here humility is in order ...
In wandering east of the island, by way of customs, in the dunes exuding fragrant smell so powerful and spicy blue thistles, Ile-Grande is, itself, surrounded by small islands ... east is the Isle of Aval ... this idyllic appropriate name for Biblical and downstream is the apple Celtic ... We loved we walk at low tide and walk the short trails where we could admire the old gnarled apple from the depths of time ...
To the west, Island County or Agaton ... another lost paradise where one can only imagine in the middle of the cosmos. The sand is pristine, virginal symbol of eternity ... the erosion of pebbles that we love to pick the offer and loved ones who are responsible for the energy accumulated during the time ... keep them in the palm of hand connects the mysteries of creation.
And as Charles said the Goffic poet academician: "Everything here reflects the mysticism of Brittany.
Nicolle TESSON.