What if I had sacrificed too much of my freedom – but on which altar? – and my cut wings now wouldn’t allow my soul to live my life and my body to live my soul?
I healed my wounded hope the day I saw this landscape. I felt a strong emotion, as an absolute memory was awakening again, something much deeper than what is normally called memory and that often is just a mass of recollections. Perhaps the remembrance of Paradise?
Hélène Grimaud, Leçons Particulières