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“Happiness is like a butterfly that flies without ever looking back.”

“Death for the caterpillar is what the butterfly considers a rebirth.”

Love is like a butterfly: when pursued, it remains out of reach, but if left alone, it may gently come to rest on our shoulder.

For the simple flight of a butterfly, the entire expanse of the sky is required.

When one wishes to write about women, it is necessary to dip one’s pen in the brilliance of the rainbow and sprinkle the page with the lightness of butterfly wings.

The butterfly, when it alights on a branch, is wary of its fragility and the possibility of breaking it.

The promise made by the caterpillar does not bind the butterfly.

The beauty of the butterfly actually lies in the simple caterpillar adorned in its finery.

It is said that the flutter of a butterfly’s wings can cause a typhoon on the other side of the world.

Life is like an ephemeral butterfly carrying the wings of paradox.

Like a folded love letter, the butterfly delicately seeks a flower to rest upon.

Death is inconsequential. It frees the butterfly from a harmful spider’s web. What is intolerable is the weaving that penetrates the skin and the heart.

1er Juillet 2023 | OTHER BLOGS

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