Butterflies

Posted by Raul on July 2, 2011

Butterflies that paint the world in beautiful colors.

Butterflies that change reality into a dream world.

Butterflies that tell lies instead of reality.

Butterflies that carelessly fly without aim.

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Where are you!

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I’ve seen a butterfly dancing in the air in front of me.

I tried, but I cannot touch it.

Sweet movements in the canvas of reality.

Bitter feelings of cross worlds.

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Logic against the so many times mentioned freaking guts.

Standing in the cold, sweating the heat of summer.

So many lists, so many thoughts.

Paralyzed by dull materials that conform reality.

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Sweet, beautiful butterfly that creates neon lights in the air with unsought movements or premeditated intentions, yet exists and calls for a revolution.

And the sun and the moon keep turning and turning!

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I know, I’m screwed! 

Raul

Dead Butterflies

Posted by Raul on March 31, 2011

They used to be all around, flying aimlessly, close to each other, silently existing for no reason at all. They were there, creating that strange feeling that seems to be proper of just once in a lifetime.

Sounds of a voice, a gesture, maybe a silly look of stranger eyes that were to be known little by little as time went by; they were born out of those and remained there for a short lived life.

So colorful! So vibrant! So alive! Butterflies that changed the elements around, the organization of things, the perception of life; just to leave behind spider webs as a memorial reminder of what used to be, and that now concentrate in catching the dust of time.

Their brief life reminding us all of the fragility of a moment in time: Dead Butterflies!

 Raul

(Projections)