If I could it, I would give you my childhood…. You would live it with me and nothing will be able to separate us…. We would be the best friends of the world… Until this childhood disappears to change, like always, in the adulthood. However, this metamorphosis did not change us, we keep our imagination: we see butterflies in the places most isolated from this world of war and dead…. These butterflies which are posed on the ground and which transforms it into a magic place….
You take my hand and we look at the sky. On grass, I felt the wind on my skin. You, you looked at me. I made of-even. Suddenly, you taken my arm and me blottis against you. You tell me your soft voice:
"I hope that one will remain friendly you and me…. I mouse.
- Yes, me also…. "
You put your hands in my hair. I reddened. One of these magic butterflies was posed on you. It made you bring closer to my face until our lips are touched. I closed the eyes. Our friendship had disappeared, at least, a left disabled person remained and the love took its place. After the kiss, I remained in your arms, against your chest to listen to your heart. The butterfly from went away. I looked at it fluttering in the azure.
Oh how you were beautiful !
We remained lengthened a long time. Until the sky becomes black like ink and which it started to cry. I looked you with fear. You comforted me until the rain is able to separate us. It involved you gold of my pressure. Took you along far from me until more seeing you. There, I recroquevillais myself and put to me to cry. The butterflies, the splendid landscapes had disappeared. More nothing…. I walked in the vacuum to seek you. All was destroyed. I saw behind a décombre your silhouette. I m precipitated towards it. You were there. I taken to you in my arms and tightened you very extremely.
"That it did it pass my love? I questioned.
- I do not know anything of it…. I am so sad to see that….
- Yes… It's afflicting…
- Let us think of the butterflies ! Perhaps that will help us ! I mouse.
- Yes… "
We thought both so extremely that all around us became white. Until one of the butterflies appears. It touched ground and this one became of all the colours, like front. We became again children. And this cycle lasted a whole eternity…
END (by me)