Butterfly’s genocide

I imagined lying with you in some unknown forest, keeping you in my arms..
and a butterfly coming and singing in your ear.

A butterfly with all the colors of the nature in its wings.

Every color is every feeling I wanna offer you, every moment of our living eros.

I imagined a thousand of butterflies flying in our secret paths and showing us the right direction for our love and passion.

Canyou imagine our forest without butterflies, my lover?

Can you imagine our world without butterflies?

Can you imagine our love without butterflies?

Pesticides, fertilizers, industrial agriculture, mass production, consumption, capitalism.

There are some people who can.

Our eros passes over the dead body of capitalism, my lover..