At Clos Barrat, where the soul unties,

Well-being blossoms, under the shining skies.

Yoga stretches, in movements slow and mild,

Qi Gong flows, energy reconciled.

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Garden vegetables, with flavors so bright,

In the kitchen, they offer, like flowers in light.

Zucchini, tomatoes, eggplants in a feast,

A seasonal banquet, where nature is released.

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At nightfall, around the dancing fire's gleam,

Laughter erupts, hearts in a rhythmic dream.

Stars twinkle, accomplices of our desires,

At Clos Barrat, magic endlessly transpires.

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Massage, yoga, qi gong, in harmony's grace,

Senses awaken, in freedom's embrace.

In this naturist campsite, where peace holds sway,

Body and spirit reunite, come what may.