Where have all my leaves gone? Where the warmth of summer? Will it ever be back again? The soul of the tree lying cold and exaust, drained and lonely. I wished that you couldn't say if the tree was dead or not, but that you could feel cold and silence around it. This is an engraving (acquaforte, I don't know the name in English) I made at school on spring 2000. I have just replaced the scanning of the engraving with one of the sketch I made for it, that I prefer very much!