After leaving the cocoon, there is still the waiting. The excesses must be dried and then follow destiny: having wings.
Beauty is so much that it takes time to reveal itself. It unwraps itself after the precise amount of time it has been cocooned; slowly revealing each color.
And after the deserved rest, it launches, without haste and without pause, towards the wilderness.
Though in days the count of it's life is short, in soul it is absolute eternity.
Anyone who has ever felt the breeze of a butterfly knows what it means to be alive.
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MARIANA FRANÇA
