the beginning
of the flight of butterflies
occurred in the first season of your sadness
remember?
you had just turned one millennium old
and I had just come back
from my last tree metamorphosis
and sang songs of deserts
that ever dwelt your nameless lap
it was the beginning
of nothing and of all
in the spring of your silence
remember
when memories were made out of cobblestone
and letters feigned
to be whole words stressed on all their syllables
trying not to get unnoticed
for the raindrops walking down your chin
that was
a long, long time ago
when you and me
still believed
that a navel
was an ocean
remember?
remember, please
Frantz Ferentz, 2014
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