Children's
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410,00 €
GALAXY COLLECTION
Since fifty years Rana Gorgani creates her own Sufi outfits.
Today, she makes her creations accessible to all and puts her know-how at the service of dancers who wish to sublimate their dance.
Since fifty years Rana Gorgani creates her own Sufi outfits.
Today, she makes her creations accessible to all and puts her know-how at the service of dancers who wish to sublimate their dance.
Its mission: quality, ethics, respect for art and clothing.
Only on pre-order.
Sufi skirts are designed in her workshop in Paris.
Product information
Lightweight micro-fiber
100% polyester
Dry cleaning recommended
Skirt weight: about 1,5kg
REFUND AND RETURN NOT APPLICABLE
Article L121-21-8 of the Consumer Code
Please note: 1 months manufacturing time from order.
Purple is an eternal rose. This rose forgotten in a vase has kept its color although all the water has disappeared. She moans: "I haven't been looking for water for a long time because my thirst is so great and it gave me this beautiful color. After so many hardships, I lost what is most dear to me, my fragrance.
Give me back my scent and don't be afraid of my thorns.
“Give her your perfume and she will offer you her thirst and her experience. ”
The rose took on the scent because it got along with the thorn. » Rubâi'yât, Rumi/Mawlâna/Khâmush
Red is a ruby. This ruby is like a heart beating in the chest.
Locked in his cage, he resonates, seeking the beloved to unite with the same sound. This torn heart cries out and calls, "Never mind love and the world as long as I am with you." "
Give him your dance and he will give you his passion.
Ruby, in love, vibrant and passionate.
Yellow is a sun. This sun is madly in love with its moon. He burns, without ever stopping, with this desire to meet her. Yet in his course, he cannot join her and every morning he laments: “O poor man, another day dawns and I am without myself because she is gone. "
Give him your being and he will throw you into his fire and give you his moon.
Black is a point. This point is the center of the circle, from which the universe appears and disappears.
This point, in its multitude, asks itself: “As I am full and yet empty, then who is the center and who is the circumference? "
Black is a veil. This veil is placed over everything and makes reality hidden from view of all. He, in his solitude, murmurs: “As I am alone and yet the Universe is behind me, who will join me and cross all the limits of this world? "
Give him your solitude and he will offer you the whole and set you free from yourself.
