Friday, 27 February 2009



Isaiah Latuf Mucci

Clothe me with a shirt embroidered with butterflies in pink sequins and went to sleep. Cover me with a quilt with flowers, hoping that in my dreams, the butterflies were dancing in their ballet up those sleepy flowers. When I woke before the sun of summer flowering, I was like a big blue butterfly, as this beautiful dragonfly, which appeared suddenly, out of the Atlantic, last Monday of carnival in the paradisiacal site and Helium Fernando, here in Saquarema. Flowers are flying butterflies and the butterfly is a piece of blue sky, a fragment of the sea, chinks of a pond, unaware that the law of gravity. The blue butterfly is a dream of God. and wakefulness

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