""She, the adult, is a lady, floating and elegant in flight. She will stop the intense and showy colours of the caterpillar to appear sober (…)

She flies on an ever-smaller cushion of air, it is her own breath that gives her altitude and courage, and her breathing is laboured by the generous strength she has put in (…)

The caterpillar, earthly and voracious, suggests life. The chrysalis, the sheath of the soul, marks death but also transformation. The adult, winged, on the other hand, inspires the soul that rises from the body (…)

The intense and profound bond between the butterfly and the tree is not the result of an occasional union. Over hundreds of thousands of years and in their exclusive habitat, the two species have been reciprocally and harmoniously involved in an intimate relationship, in which one seems to give wings to the plant and the other deep roots to the fragile little animal:

the ash tree travels with its soul, thanks to the tree the moth lives and sinks into the earth, the ancient Vulture (…)"