My Soul is a little Butterfly.

It can fight against storms and stay alive, only some colour fading from the shiny wings.
It can glide thru miles in the sun and draft, founding herself in surprising places.
It can flow on the glitter of water without any harm, without drowning....

But if You touch it too hard , it shatters. If You approach it too scarely, it flies away to another flower and never returns.
You cannot capture it, or it dies.

But if it loves You, it slowly and carefully lands into Your palm and enjoys the warmth of You, it snuffles Your taste and makes it home.

Please be careful, it´s precious and unique...


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Unknown "smiles" Purring - 16 years, 7 months, 4 days ago

A Dragon came to me.
"Help Me", he said, "I´ve lost my flames and can´t find them anywhere!".
"Where did You look for them?" asked I.
"Everywhere. One of these days I was at Dublin and helped people in the St. Patricks Days parade to get fire on their torches, but they didn´t take it all so its not there.
Few days ago I was in Morocco and helped the caravan to light their campfire in Sahara.
Last week I was in Lapland and fired the great Aurora Borealis to the dark cold sky.... but now I´ve lost it all. Can You help me?"

" I know where Your fire is", I admitted. "But I´m not sure if I can give it up. It´s so precious to me. I need it. Could You just take a small drop of it back, please?"

" Well it depends", said the Dragon. "Where do You keep it?"

"It´s in My heart" said I and smiled to him.

The Dragon pinched me tenderly and left. He didn´t need any more than just a small drop to get his work done. What I needed, was more.


Unknown "smiles" Purring - 16 years, 7 months, 21 days ago