The black birds come

Sculptor: Javier Perez
Photographer: Francesco Allegretto

 

As if called by the sound they are here, to laugh and mock…………………………

Strong arm

He was weak but no more, flew low but no more.  Now he is heavy and strong, grounded and logical. He thinks on a higher plain. He is a bird with aspirations of being a man.

A hummer

It was on his lips, a simple kiss. A hummer of sorts, light as a bird and flying in place.

 

Last flight

It was his last time in the sky and the first time he was to die.