I am a little butterfly who is always faithful to take care of you, O my flower, there is no one here except you and the old hut that has long been thrown away by the owner, I myself here are far from the noise and commotion of the city, I'm alone here with the wind that always faithfully accompany my days. There is no man, luxury, cruelty, greatness, that is me and you, my flower....
From me sy'73
