viernes, 18 de diciembre de 2009

Just a butterfly

Embedded in the mud, glistening green and gold and black,
was a butterfly, very beautiful and very dead.
It fell to the floor, an exquisite thing, a small thing
that could upset balances and knock down a line of
small dominoes and then big dominoes and then
gigantic dominoes, all down the years across Time.

Ray Bradbury (1952)