curiosidades recorrentes:

Pan
Be still, green cliff of the Dryads. Be still, springs bubbling among rocks, and confused noisy bleating of the ewes.
For it is Pan playing on his honey-voiced pipe.
His supple lips race over the clustered reeds, while all round him a ring of dancers spring up on joyful feet:
Nymphs of the Water and Nymphs of the Oak
Forest.

Plato 428 a.c.

Barnard - Great God Pan