I had just read a small tale of an ancient Chinese wise man who wrote down
his dream in which he was a butterfly. He presented it
with an intriguing aura, but for me it was just an
unusual dream. Still, suddenly I started to think that
while seeking you I could visit that garden where I last
saw you. So involved by the thoughts I was, that I
started to see those imaginary butterflies that inhabited it.
They had beautiful wings, ones with brown colours and shiny
reflections, others had transparent wings with
different blue tones. Then I looked attentively at them and
saw one with your face... astonished by this revelation and
starting to worship that insect, I woke up suddenly from
my day dream... a real butterfly fell down
into my soup. I was having my dinner...
But, I continued to wonder what I would do, in my dream, if
it didn't end.