-I know it´s late...
-Why don´t ya come on in?
-I´m not sure I want to...
-So, what are you doing standing at my door at this time?
-I had to...
-Don´t hold yourself like that. Here you are...
-I can´t feel my bones.
-Your knees are so...
-I know, shut up... The thing is that I really wanted to say...
-Was that something really hard to say?
-It was...
-So Why? I mean, why now?
-Because I dind´t think I had a choice. All those things I knew I had to throw but I didn´t...
-Like what?
-Like the soup and the food in the freezer. And all the time we lost, I lost...And everything we carry on the shoulders... All those things I could call...
-But now everything is just ok... Just like you said it should be. Remember?
-I know. Can I come in?
-Mmmm...
-A cab is waiting outside. I won´t be...
-What?
-Did you know that butterflies stand up at a tree when they decide to die?
-Butterflies decide to die?
-It seems they do... Anyway, they choose a tree and hold their breathing til they pass over. We might be like that sometimes...
-Well, we do that all the time... We forget the breeze almost always... That´s exactly tha same that dying. We don´t call for a second chance until everyhthing is simply too far from the word that began the mistake...
-When nobody´s waching... well, the fact is that I was thinking... They spend their lifes flying and suddenly they decide to die. I mean, why a butterfly could want to die?
-It´s so funny...
-What? that they decide to die?
-No... That a butterfly have more capacity to make a decision than some persons.
-And we can not fly... but an investigation says that...
-What? Now you borrow some words and info from wikipedia to come and try to have a conversation...
-No. I´m here because...We are so rootless sometimes... I just wanted to say I´m flying away from you.
-I understand. I did it long time ago. I saw you standig up at a tree when I chose mine. When I flew... (SILENCE) Well, it´s so beautiful...
-what?
-The immage of a butterfly holding her breathing.
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