The butterfly trainer
The red, black and yellow ones
She wore a hairdo
Pulled and shiny without fear
A turquoise blue tutu
And a hat with sequins hanging
White shoes were used for dancing
A twig wand to be able to enchant
The story of Flavia came to mind
Everyone saw her dancing among the people
She used to go around with these butterflies in the cage
And when she danced she let them loose in the street
But two flamingos were going around beside her,
attentive, wary, they were observing everything.
Because from the flowers thoughts bloomed,
light and wandering, among sincere games.
Like butterflies, carried by the wind,
between mind and heart they danced winged
Oil on canvas
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The butterfly trainer
The red, black and yellow ones
She wore a hairdo
Pulled and shiny without fear
A turquoise blue tutu
And a hat with sequins hanging
White shoes were used for dancing
A twig wand to be able to enchant
The story of Flavia came to mind
Everyone saw her dancing among the people
She used to go around with these butterflies in the cage
And when she danced she let them loose in the street
But two flamingos were going around beside her,
attentive, wary, they were observing everything.
Because from the flowers thoughts bloomed,
light and wandering, among sincere games.
Like butterflies, carried by the wind,
between mind and heart they danced winged
Oil on canvas
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