If someone says God created his own paradise island in order to enjoy life, it must be the island of borabora in Tahiti. To get there, it takes 13 hours to get there. There is an eternal summer. Every breath of air is hidden in the sweet smell of vanilla. The sea changes. The sea has accepted my red skirt. It must also hope that we are free and full of strength. The white sand here is soft, the atoll, the water house, the sea from shallow to deep. This is a faraway Bora Bora Island that should only exist in the musical.