"Up there, in the mind, a girl cries under the blue dress..."

Virginia,

the bitter suffering of incompleteness. A strange, maybe too old-fashioned name for a child, it sounds like something pure and uncontaminated, but even unsuitable and illusory, forced to change unnaturally for a "strange" plan of life. Her death is a soul death, something uncommonly sad and agonizing, just like the sound of a harpsichord.

A padded symphony accompanies the still sweet and fragile Autunna's slow walking. It's a soft dance, modulated within the surrounding nature, as unquiet as she is, looking for such a big warmth that can dissolve any fear. In the end Autunna will melt into the Sun, the freshness of a rose will surround her forever...

Love is a basic need even in Selene's life, but she won't even get the warmth of the Sun - and one life won't be enough for her to catch Him up - because "...she's not golden, but silver": her drama lies in being born but falling short of her father's expectations. This new legend about the birth of the moon and the sun is a purpose to tell a very human story.

Our homage is paid to all those by means of their art let us live.