Before the sun climbs the sky, before the world awakens, there is a moment suspended in silence.
A breath of salt and hope.
A touch of wind against bare skin.
You stand at the edge of the seashore, where the ocean doesn't just meet the land — it holds it, cradles it, the way one soul reaches for another.
Imagine waking before the sun.
The world still wrapped in soft, silver-blue light.
The air, tender and cool, smells of salt and seaweed.
You feel the sand, cool and damp beneath your feet.
The briny scent of the ocean fills your lungs.
And for the first time in a long time, you exhale without fear.
“La inmensidad del océano frente a nosotros, y al mismo tiempo veo cada detalle.
El cielo luminoso, tu mano me sostiene, momento mágico si los hay.
You walk slowly.
The sand embraces each step, recording your presence.
Every grain clings to you like tiny blessings, as if the earth itself refuses to let you forget:
You are here.
You are real.
You are enough.
Somos seres simples y complejos, conectados estamos, somos eternos.
The sea does not ask.
It welcomes.
It pulls at your ankles and kisses your calves with foamy whispers.
It does not care about your fears or your triumphs. It knows only the language of tides and hearts.
At this hour, you do not perform.
You return.
Pasamos de una vida a otra sin recordarlo. Pero a ti de algún lado te recuerdo.
The horizon blushes.
First a trembling pink, then a rich, bleeding red.
The first light does not shout. It touches.
It spills over your skin with a painter's reverence.
You are not posing for a camera.
You are simply standing there, letting the universe brush you with its first tender strokes of day.
Tu desnudez me intimida y a la vez me vuelve valiente.
Here, you are not a body to be seen.
You are a soul breathing through the pores of your skin.
You are the echo of every sunrise that ever was.
Tu belleza me cautiva, me desarma, me enternece.
Eres el lienzo soñado de un pintor, tu desnudez divina, obra de arte en extinción.
And then, without words, without choreography,
a hand finds yours.
Not to claim. Not to capture.
Just to be.
Two beings, breathing in the morning air, with sand between their toes and eternity in their chests.
Quiero cruzar todos los mares, que sean necesarios para seguir contemplando tu etérea desnudez.”
To honor the intimacy and natural flow of your sunrise boudoir experience, choosing the right location is essential.
For sessions where nudity is embraced under the open sky, we work in areas where nature offers silence, beauty, and profound freedom.
There are two main options for your outdoor session:
1. Coastal Area of Playacar:
You will need to rent accommodation in the beachfront zone of Playacar, between The Reef Playacar and Palmaïa — The House of AïA.
Staying within this corridor allows us to access the shore early, capturing the first light as it caresses the sea and sand, in complete privacy and ease.
2. Sian Ka'an Biosphere Reserve:
Alternatively, sessions can take place within the sacred and untouched landscapes of Sian Ka'an.
For this option, it is required to rent a room inside the Sian Ka'an Reserve itself.
This ensures proximity to quiet, secluded stretches of shoreline where the raw beauty of the earth meets the endless sky.
While we choose the most secluded stretches of shoreline available, complete privacy cannot be guaranteed. Occasional beach walkers or passing boats may appear. Discretion, respect, and timing are key to preserving the intimacy of your session.
Staying in these locations is not just about convenience — it is essential for your safety, privacy, and full immersion in the natural beauty and diverse fauna that inhabit these coastal and protected areas.
Each sunrise session is approached with deep respect for the environment, the rhythms of nature, and the presence of local wildlife — always keeping in mind that nature is unpredictable, and while every effort is made to ensure your experience remains safe, peaceful, and profoundly connected to the land and the sea, awareness of your surroundings and respect for the local wildlife are essential.
When the sun finally crests the horizon, you are no longer who you were yesterday.
You are light and memory.
You are ocean and breath.
You are a story written in salt and skin and sky.
And long after the moment passes, long after the sand is washed away and the stars hide again,
you will close your eyes — whether standing in a distant fjord, atop a snowy mountain, or in the warmth of your bed — and feel the morning breathing within you.
You will remember.
You will be home.
When you feel ready to meet yourself by the first light, I will be here — waiting to hold the silence, the salt, and the memory with you.
Location: Playacar public beach.