I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
“The child is born speaking the languages of birds; the child has horns and scales and wings; it has a beak; it has a cloven hoof. He is the sum of all creatures: the ones that swim, the ones that soar, the ones that leap, the ones that maze the earth with burrows.”
Rikki Ducornet