Matheus Lopes Castro, , Catastrophe and Butterfly Effect
left the hand the pen on the
right side of an exhausted body
Eyes closed, soul rested on the
softly musical wings of the
just created birds
Slept
Time went by, no numbers, no seconds
Suddenly a butterfly crossed my way
Looked around: they were everywhere
dancing through the garden
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