Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved butterflies very much. She wore brightly colored clothes and, when she spoke, she moved her small arms with such lightness that they looked like vibrant wings in flight. His gait also brought with it that lightness that only butterflies naturally possess. And like butterflies he loved flowers and took great care of them.
With his mother in spring he planted bulbs and seeds and waited patiently. His little brother, still small, watched amused.
He had become her little messy little helper! At the first warmth, a leaf appears, a slender cuff, the first flower, then many others, all beautiful in their shapes and shades of their colors. Soon many beautiful butterflies would also arrive!
And the little girl was delighted and remained enchanted for hours watching that spectacle of lightness, colors and perfumes. Sometimes it happened that a butterfly would rest on her hand and the little girl was almost breathless with emotion. It remained motionless to enjoy the beauty of those colored wings and the tickle of those curious paws.
One day his little brother got a bad flu and had to stay in bed for several days. The little girl was very sorry to see her little brother suffering and sad. Then he thought of a surprise that could brighten his days. It immediately occurred to her to prepare a short story about flowers and butterflies. While his little brother was dozing, he wrote a very sweet story and prepared a merry-go-round made with wood twigs tied together, to which he hung colorful butterflies made with tufts of his mother's carded wool. When the little brother opened his eyes after his afternoon nap, the baby was there, ready, next to him. She smiled at him and started reading his story. The little brother listened raptly, in silence, with sparkling eyes.
Eventually the little girl took the mobile and showed it to her little brother. Quick as a flash he took it with his little hands and began to play with it, moving the sticks to make all those beautiful butterflies flutter.
Soon the little brother was back to health and that mobile became the best
Dragonflies do not fly with the hopping and frenzied gait of butterflies, but they fly straight on their own trajectory like gliders and very often keep still in midair as hummingbirds and many other insects do, so it was easy to observe them and they were not afraid. to land near us. For me they have always represented beauty, lightness, freedom and rebirth: yes, I discovered that the life of dragonflies has several phases, the first of which is spent underwater. When the insect has developed, it comes out and begins its second life out of the water. I have always seen it as a sign of new life and rebirth.
According to others, the name dragonfly comes from the Latin 'libellum', diminishing of liber or free. Dragonfly has always been considered a magical insect thanks to its changing wings, slender shape and the speed with which it is able to fly and escape from its predators. It is born from a larva at the bottom of a pond and then changes naturally, like the caterpillar into a butterfly. The dragonfly is often associated with transformation due to a legend. It is said, in fact, that the dragonfly was actually once a very wise dragon that, during the night, spread the light with its breath of fire.
His very breath had created the art of magic and illusion. One day, however, the dragon ended up a prisoner of his own magic: to deceive the coyote he transformed into a dragonfly, but in doing so he was trapped in the new body, losing all powers. According to some traditions, the dragonfly is the symbol of transformation and daily changes, but also of introspection that teaches us to go beyond appearances to seek our own identity. In European culture, the dragonfly is seen as a symbol of freedom, peace and the search for truth.
With its transformation from larva to dragonfly, the insect also represents the transition from childhood to adulthood and therefore in a certain sense the overcoming of illusions and the acquisition of awareness and balance.
According to the natives of America, the dragonfly was the symbol of a hidden truth and the insect itself represented the souls of the dead, in the East it is a lucky charm full of harmony and prosperity.
The samurai engraved the dragonfly on their helmets as a good omen of victory over the enemy, as a symbol of strength and courage. Same thing for the Japanese people.
In Australia, the dragonfly free from earthly illusions, in Europe it is often associated with witches sent by Satan to create confusion, and for this reason it is often referred to as "ear cutter" or "devil's hook". In some Italian areas, the dragonfly is called the 'devil's needle', due to its thin and long body.
Very often, wearing a dragonfly-shaped pendant can mean that a change is underway in your life or that you are looking for your balance and mental control.
So the symbolism linked to the dragonfly is varied and ranges from positive meanings such as: transformation, victory, the strength of balance and creativity, to negative ones such as doubts, confusion and ambiguous friendships.
I feel like inside a cocoon. I would like to have a zipper right there, where my hair ends, a zipper to pull until it opens in two and pop out, emerge from the old to feel alive. take a step, look down on the floor at that mass of past stories, extra pounds, accumulated mistakes and feel good in my new skin. I am experiencing a paradox, I continue to seek silence and in the meantime I would like to have friendships. I feel so alone. I’m on the verge of another change, less traumatic but not taken for granted. it is difficult to see spring advance and not yet understand where to blossom.
Nature is not good or bad, Nature is not bad. I believe that Nature in her being is ALL beautiful and perfect. Every aspect of nature should be well appreciated, every element that constitutes it, whether it is an animated element or not. From the small insect that lives its life by surviving, to the majestic and imposing centenary tree. In the same way, the little caterpillar walking on branches is already beautiful in itself, and it is beautiful already as it is. Why, both through the media and without, do we teach our children that caterpillars are ugly and useless and necessarily need to become butterflies to have beauty and value and count for something in the animal kingdom? A caterpillar that becomes a butterfly is certainly a noteworthy scientific advance, a development of the animal that in this way accesses new functions and abilities. But this does not mean that before this “transformation” that little animal is something useless and unpleasant to the eye. Each of us in our own way is unique, special, beautiful, precisely because we are all different and we do different things; it is right that we can always improve but we all have a starting point that already implies that we are important, that we count for something in this society.
SKULLS IN THE SKY SKY INSIDE THE SKY melt birds of color melt feathers inside the heart touched by mud we exist in a black kiss. we are the hidden moon. feel living underground seeds that will become skies. light fingers on the frost. we are warriors of the stars, we carry galaxies in our hearts. Forget the life inside the blood, we are the whole sky. my body was your queen my body was your mind. queen butterfly. I went underwater, I breathed, I got back up, I knew I was drowned. I am a strange form of water. I am liquid. What if the fire burns me?
There is a white butterfly trying to swim
He has the air of one who knows that the world lies
I would like to give you more than I can give
Make her feel more than she feels
A butterfly lands on his shoulder
Today I sit down and stay to listen to it
Then he says it's no longer time to talk
Who then tomorrow has another life to meet
Says please take me to the sea
I just need to understand
If it is right to live what remains
And I would take you
I would take you
In one place inside
In one place inside
And I would take you
I would take you
In one place inside
In that place inside of me
A butterfly lands on the shoulder and me
I can't give her anything but a goodbye
That his fate is as fragile as strength
But he says that today it flies and the wealth is there
It contains twenty years of things in a minute
After all, time is what we entrust to it
Who knows what will remain of those wings in a hundred years
He tells me "I leave the dream of flying to the children"
But now please take me to the sea
Any place as long as it's somewhere else
Where words are no longer needed
And I would take you
I would take you
In one place inside
In one place inside
And I would take you
I would take you
In one place inside
In that place inside of me
The breaking of the waves on the worn rock, the cold and icy air of an uncertain winter day where the sun plays hide and seek with the clouds. I want to hear the heartbeat that unconsciously pumps life, the silence of the blood that flows impetuously in its deaf language. I want to smell the warm bread, the smell of simple things that never get tired, of those little things that smell like home. I want to hear the sound of the beating of a butterfly’s wings, the sound of a life that is reborn, the lightness of a day, the freedom of a moment made of fluttering colors.On February 25th, I saw the light again for the first time, and I caught the first sign of spring in my soul. Absorbed in the warm warmth of a noon that is anything but winter, a white butterfly hovers nearby in my garden. Immediately my mind could not help but think of the lyrics of that song so dear to me: “A butterfly lands on her shoulder, and I, I can only give her a farewell; That his destiny is as fragile as strength, but he says that today it flies, and that is where wealth is. ” I didn’t have time to finish that sentence between me and me with my eyes closed, when I felt a sudden slight tickle on my right shoulder …: it was her. Impulsively I pulled away, but hovered up the second needed to rest on my arm. At that point I stood still, smiled at her, and she took off. Goodbye, I whispered at that point, through tears. I know well that it was you, you, ephemeral thought reincarnated in the most fragile creature that exists. You finally gave me a reason to let you go, forever. Winter is coming to an end, and my heart today is really ready to welcome that long-awaited Spring. … “A butterfly rests on my shoulder, today I sit down and listen to it. Then he says it’s no longer time to talk, that tomorrow he has another life to meet. ” … And I too, from today, will try to start over.When she turned into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her quirks. They wanted her to be who she always was. But she had wings. She wanted to fly. She wanted to dare again. She was ready to destroy that cocoon and show all its colors.In the garden that looks like an abyss the butterfly draws attention: interested in his clipped flight its bright colors and the black circles that decorate the tips of the wings. It affects the shape of the abdomen. When it whirls in the air illuminated by a green ray like when it rests from the effect which produce dew and pollen attached to the front of the flower I don’t lose sight of her and if it disappears beyond the railing of the garden because the garden is small or for speeding I follow her mentally for a few seconds until I recover my reason.I don’t know if I’m wrong or if the time is wrong, or maybe the place where I am. I do not know. I just know that I feel a mistake, in everything I do, what I feel. Sometimes I hate myself, but not enough. I try to feel compassion for myself, for my survival. If life has given me the opportunity to start over for the second time, I cannot destroy myself again. I do not want. I was just a chrysalis and now I want to be a butterfly.A chrysalis opened, releasing in the clear spring air a butterfly with diaphanous wings that began to flutter happily from one flower to another without ever stopping. “Place yourself on any flower and stay on it. Your life will be short and you will not be able to travel the whole world. It is foolish to tire yourself so much ”, the other butterflies told her; but she was determined to fly as much as possible: she could not waste her existence confined to a single flower, merely looking at a single patch of sky; when there are, however, millions of different flowers and an immense sky. So the curious butterfly flew, flew, and flew until it had the strength, and finally lay down on a meadow; it went out delicately like a candle. “I warned you that you would not be able to visit the whole world, that you would get tired at all”, a similar one would have commented if she had known about her wanderings; but she would have promptly replied “Lilies, roses, sunflowers, daisies, tulips, violets, dahlias, geraniums, irises, water lilies, camellias, begonias, chrysanthemums, poppies, marigolds and daffodils: these are just some of the flowers I smelled. I fluttered among the leaves of countless trees: lemon, cherry, orange, almond, pine, plum, olive, chestnut, apricot; and I flew over different landscapes: rivers, countryside, hills, mountains, valleys, ponds. I saw a multitude of colors: canary yellow and straw yellow, crimson, turquoise, orange, dazzling white, fuchsia, gold, silver, coral red, emerald green, forest green, amber, midnight blue, indigo, purple, pitch black, pink sugared almond, burgundy, beige, ocher, cyan, magenta, lilac, amaranth, light blue, purple, lavender, mauve. It’s true, I haven’t seen everything, but I’ve seen everything I could. “
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 