Butterflies

Lying on the ground facing the sun I sit and lounge
and a certain exuberance flickers in my heart
I open my eyes to see
A sudden fleet of butterflies
With colors as bright as a rainbow
and with all their iridescence in the sunlight
like angels on the move


and suddenly there comes one
A young and a small one with red wings flapping as if having just transformed
Sitting on my shoulders
Slowly adjusting herself on me
As if there to give me company
Even if it is for a short while

And in that short while are stories exchanged as if nothing else matters
And then as if bidding adieu she leaves
And here I lie again
Thinking of having been blessed by the touch...