An orchestra of microscopic stars floats in space, bright lights, ancient luminescent animals, flying luminous spirits inhabit the room.
Myriads of fireflies dance between reflections and shadows, multiplying and disappearing, in a fragmented and stroboscopic eclipse.

Primitive Primavere; suggestion of the sacred lost, forgotten .. alive in hidden creatures or invisible to us.
Ode to the fragility, to what is extinct, to what is born and illuminated, radiating the rest, for an era, a decade, or for a single second.