Ave Fénix. Phoenix Bird

¨In the Garden of Paradise, beneath the Tree of Knowledge, bloomed a rose bush. Here, in the first rose, a bird was born. His flight was like the flashing of light, his plumage was beauteous, and his song ravishing. But when Eve plucked the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, when she and Adam were driven from Paradise, there fell from the flaming sword of the cherub a spark into the nest of the bird, which blazed up forthwith. The bird perished in the flames; but from the red egg in the nest there fluttered aloft a new one—the one solitary Phoenix bird.¨

Hans Christian Andersen. The Phoenix Bird. 1850


My homage for the reconstruction and the continuity of life. September 11, 2001, I´ll keep the date in my memories. In black and white, no colors in memoriam.