Not so long ago, someone wrote to me :
"I am waiting for your next fairy tale".
You see...I think the story is still making its way through my mind.It is here somewhere inside...I think it is in a little room of my head that is still locked.
I just need to find the key that will set it free.
Winter has been long and unusually cold. I lack a bit of energy.
But when night comes sometimes ,something magical happens... I remember...I remember that when I was a little girl I used to run in the fields .
I tried to catch blue butterflies, those with the pearly wings.
And then my whole spirit becomes a butterfly .
I become Papillon Bleu.
Go! little Papillon! Go spread your wings and go find the key that will unlock the door behind which is hiding a little story...
Keep on dreaming...