Birds Art Life Death

`Now when I hear birdsong, I feel an entry to that understory. When I am feeling too squeezed on the ground, exhausted by everything in my care, I look for a little sky. There are always birds flying back and forth, city birds flitting around our human edges, singing their songs.'

„Acum, cand aud cantecul pasarilor, simt o intrare in acel subpadure. Cand ma simt prea strans pe pamant, epuizat de tot ce am in grija, caut un cer mic.