“He heard someone playing an Andalusian guitar, the drumming of a thousand bat wings inside a dark cave. He heard an ancient lyre, the leaf of autumn falling to the ground, someone whispering “I love you”. He heard the sound of winf, a beating heart, and a mother saying good night to her child.”

“He heard someone playing an Andalusian guitar, the drumming of a thousand bat wings inside a dark cave. He heard an ancient lyre, the leaf of autumn falling to the ground, someone whispering “I love you”. He heard the sound of winf, a beating heart, and a mother saying good night to her child.”

— Mira Bartok