The little girl

In a quiet, secret corner down by the countryside, where wildflowers bloomed and birds chirped from hidden spots in the trees, a young girl with light, golden hair walked peacefully.

Her curls shone in the sun.

She moved gently as if guided by the soft earth beneath her feet.

Wandering with no particular path, she paused by a clear, cool stream where she dipped her fingers in and watched the water ripple.

Everything around her was calm and still, like the world was welcoming her gentle presence.

A simple, soft melody floated through the air as if the fields and trees were singing a gentle melody for her.

The tune was sweet but had a hint of sadness, like a memory you can't quite remember.

As the girl kept walking, her figure grew smaller in the distance, blending into the evening colors of the fields. She left behind only a gentle feeling, like the last notes of a beautiful song that fades away, a reminder of something pure and peaceful that the world couldn’t touch…

…A story inspired by Debussy´s Prelude “ La Fille Aux Cheveux de Lin” (the girl with the flaxen hair).

Listen to it at the top of my classical piano playlist, click here.

Enjoy, and have a great day.

Claudio.