"Mais que font-ils?"

"Under a vibrant foliage, two birds with bright plumages face each other, suspended in a moment of mystery. One, flamboyant red, seems to question the world with intensity; the other, solar yellow, responds in silence. Are they in the middle of a verbal joust, in romantic confidences, or simply dreaming together? Their posture, their gaze, their immobility question: But, what are they doing?
Perhaps they are inventing a language that we will never be able to decipher."