Zhar Ptitsa
Like a flash of lightning, the firebird appeared in this inextricable undergrowth, illuminating the surroundings with a thousand fires.
It whirled around the apple tree, scattering musical notes that would later inspire Igor Stravinsky. It took an apple and swiftly flew away, leaving behind a feather with golden gleams.
The eternal price of a freedom that never allows itself to be enclosed.
Written by Brigitte Nogaro