The pond’s nymph

Watch the sunlight filtering through the forest: it is with the last rays that the butterfly-winged nymphs come out to dance on the mirror of the pond.

In the night’s casket

The rosy dawn clothed in blue invokes from the pastures of the sky swarms of fireflies and stars to return to the casket of night.

The garden of whispers

Listen beyond what one hears, look beyond what one sees to discover what has always been there.

A sing in the blue

It is so good to think back to love in times of melancholy: one feels a kind of I don’t know what, like a pleasure in feeling pain.