BUTTERFLIES

Far away from world’s chaos tiny winged creature reign fields and meadows.

They fly over every flower they circle ineffable in the clear air of the springtime in a sunny, silent universe that seems to remember ancient memories and dreams of men.

Free souls are living an ephemeral and brief existence.

It’s not the magnitude of their time to prevail but their quality.

That being that flies towards the sky, towards freedom, towards the infinite, dominion of the azure…

Fragile wings living in a world full of flowers and colours, sunny light and freedom…

Walter Storri

translator: Luca Pulitini

oil on canvas 50x60 (2005)