Description

Sometimes soft and sometimes hard and brittle, just like butterflies. They are beautiful and colorful. And while they are free, they are very happy without realizing it! As soon as you touch their wings, your fingers become colored. It may kill them, or if they are very lucky, they may fly back short with damaged wings. We have all been butterflies at least once in our lives ... sitting in the arms of someone who once loved us! Our body is a big wound covered with colored skin ...! And wounds ... Wounds are the source of our pain. We have finally generously given our pigments to the hands of someone we love, but their emptiness will eventually kill us.