Wings that also weave the nests of flight to which they sing. The chrysalis stops the moment: it is present, it is an urn-incubator shelter for the newborn. But it is a polysemic nest: it is a continent, it is content. Music springs from the tree’ chest, feathers are born form the roots-branches, salvia germinates from the dead chrysalis, life emanates from the stone, natural means are reversed and emptiness is transformed into a creative generator. It is a song that brings us closer to humans from the emotions that unite us to life, and thus make us resilient…
Aixa Portero
