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por talesforlove, em 21.05.09

A big beach

Beaches like these inspired some tales of the book. Specially those tales with mermaids were inspired by the white sand and the blue waves. This is a photo of Comporta beach in Alentejo (South of Lisbon). Enjoy!


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por talesforlove, em 21.05.09

The gardens

The gardens of the tale "That Butterfly" are in Lisbon. In June, there are balls all over the city, in the public gardens. There is one plant that people buy. It has intense smell, it is like the garden is at our home. Some people like to place the plant in the moonlight... This plant is from India... and is called "mangerico". See the photo and the poems. Leave message in the box (to the right of this blog). Thanks


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por talesforlove, em 14.05.09

Part 3 - That Butterfly





Part III




But then reality shook up the writer of this story,

like a sharp, thin and strong current of cool air.

He started to think about how the reader would

see the story. And frightened by the thought:

"If I had known that this story could be read as a

real one, I would have written it differently", he stopped.

There might be another end, a happy one, if the reader

wants it, but at the moment this is the end he intended

me to let you know. It gives light to the dark

side of reality. He hopes not to waist your time.

But enough of talking, here it is... the end.

He stopped and returned home, next day would be

another usual working day. Suddenly, when he passed

the last corner, before the last garden before

reaching home, he found her. Dead on the floor

with the wings dissolved... He looked steadily

and tried to put them together again, but

without success. How could his love die like that?

The colours of her wings were no longer those of

life, but colours of death and sorrow. He wasn’t able

to find her on time and save her from that miserable

misfortune. He should have had time to nurture their

love. Finally, he took his sword of the modern times

(the invisible one) and swore to save the dignity

of his dead love and fight those that kept him away

from her. Nevertheless, he was certain that his search for

justice had been accomplished.

He knew that if he would ever see her again the

butterfly no longer existed.

Love is like that, a vulnerable butterfly that entangles two people

together, if the beholders recognise it in each others' eyes.

If he is not recognised or nurtured he flies,

and by metamorphosis acquires the shape of another

person. He will transform himself just like in the Chinese text!...

A feeling that no text can completely portray.

And the writer wishes me to add: "life itself

can be a butterfly, a dream that when you

run after it, evil people want to destroy it... so

prepare yourself for a stormy ocean when you start


your journey to the island of dreams."

The end



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por talesforlove, em 04.05.09

Part 2 - That Butterfly

Do you know that some people believe that the

dream we have is directly linked to our thoughts

just before we fell asleep? Unfortunately, this

was not the case for me during that night. I just

had a deep sleep, the night was like a 5 minutes

experience. The new day woke me up with the sound

of rain on the blinds, it was pouring. During the

day, I was helpless to arrange some time to visit

our garden... it was out of the city. Intuitively

my eyes sought resemblances in other gardens but

they found nothing more than feelings of

frustration and regret for lost opportunities to

catch the butterfly. In my trips, the traffic lights

were like a plague that made me lose some time.

But ironically they were the only shiny lights

I could see in the city.

On the weekend I went to our garden but didn’t

find you. Monday, shaken by my incapability, I

sat on a garden bench and I read again the ancient

text. My senses were very refined and that led

to notice an intriguing sentence: "a butterfly

going from garden to garden..." Maybe, the

appealing of the text to me was not a

coincidence, and my human butterfly was living

in another garden...

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