Deep into the Air
Anacreon Fonjic

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With a long wing flapping, gained the butterfly the sky, sluggishly. Its black body and yellow wings shone intense against the green trees and the clean sky of that sunny day. The air was pure. The field, huge and isolated. Lying in the grass now I observe the butterfly, and as its light waving movement overflows the present, merging past and future, creating a timeline in which the future, sometimes, is the only one that explain the past. I love you! She said me, as well as she said and she will say as much other times in the future. One day perhaps I will open my lips and kiss her. This can cause that one day I have loved her. Now, however, we will travel in time. We are going to a meaningless and no-traumas time, a time of innocence. The discovery of metaphysics.