Empire of the Butterflies 
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lorenz.
the butterfly effect
saosaudade
On Wednesday, the 15th of december 2004
I saw him.
We met the night of my thirty-third year; he had ten less. I had convened all the musicians and other night birds of my entourage to celebrate a likely crucifixion. Mine that millennia of Judeo-Christian superstitions had distilled in my brain in lack of adventures. Surrounded by his friends, I saw him.
I saw his eyes.
In the hollow of the entry, we embraced. For hours. We did nothing but kiss. I did not know him at all. He knew about me that we celebrated my birthday.
To tell the truth, it was the night of Saturday, the 18th of December 2004. I had postponed the night of my birthday.
On Thursday, the 1st of september 2005
We met again the first day of September 2005. I had convened all the musicians and other night birds of my entourage to celebrate my new life. I quit everything for love. For the music.
Somebody knocked on my door. I opened. I saw him. Only his first name came to my mouth punctuated from Oh! I opened the door to him. He entered, his friends followed.
We were unaware of ourselves a good part of the night.
Then he told me three words. We embraced. It was one hot night. We made love on the mezzanine. Another couple of which I was unaware made love below.
I do not remember any more of the details of this night. In the early morning, he gave me his telephone number, saying to me that he had had somebody in his life for more than ten years.
He had penetrated my life waveless.
On Thursday, the 15th of december 2005
We met again the night of my thirty-fouth year. He always had ten less. I had convened all the musicians and other night birds of my entourage to re-examine him. He had penetrated my life waveless.
I saw him. I saw his eyes. A glare of spark. I saw his mouth. The explosion of my impatience.
He waited patiently a good part of the night. Then we made love the rest of the night.
To tell the truth, it was on Sunday, the 18th of December 2005. I had postponed the night of my birthday.
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From december 2005 to january 2006
We met with regular intervals. By day most of the time. Between 4 and 7 or 9.
We were lovers. I was light, rocked by the emotion without the attachment.
I was in love. Languidly. I would love jealously, tightened by the emotion of my conflagration.
I was in love with him. He knew it. He I never knew.
He prepared his voyage to China. I prepared my stay in Oslo.
In march 2006
We met again once. Between 2 and 5. We made love once in an apartment which a friend had lent to us. He sounded at the door. I saw him. I saw myself looking at him, trying to evaluate the degree of emotion of my attachment. What was going to happen?
He prepared his voyage in China. I prepared my return to Oslo.
Between
2
and 5
We did not make love.
In may 2006
We are between outlines once at the terrace of a cafe. On a public place. We did not speak. We did not make love.
He prepared his voyage in China. I prepared my stay in Arizona.
welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas
In june 2006
I returned from Las Vegas. He prepared his voyage from China.
In june 2006
We met again once. Between 2 and 5. On a public bench. We spoke.
He asked me whether I was in love.
The 15th of june 2006
He SMSed me at 15h20
I assumed everything to do nothing
I love you much but we’ve talked cock enough.
I prepared a written work. He prepared his voyage in China.
From july 2006 to july 2007
We did not meet. We did not embrace. We did not make love. He wrote to me once. He said that he thought of me. He was in Macao. I returned from a stay in the South.
The 15th of december 2006
We did not meet. We did not embrace. We did not make love. We did not speak. I convened neither musicians, nor other night birds of my entourage. It was the day of my birthday.
He was in China. I returned from a stay in the South.
how many
chineses
remain
in
his life ?
From july 2006 to july 2007
We made love. Each one on our side. Men remained in my life. To tell the truth, they never stayed the night. Hardly left the trace of their saliva dried on my cheeks. I do not know how many chineses remain in his life.
Quero sonhar com você
On wednesday, the 1st of august 2007
I was sleeping. It was the first day of August. In the afternoon. I dreamed. A man held me in his arms by saying to me that he was in love with me, that we would not have any more to be alone … He gave me his phone number. The crowd carried me. I awoke in the folds of my blue couch.
He was probably in China and I returned from Brazil.
The night between the 5th to the 6th of august 2007
I was sleeping. He sent a message announcing that he was back in France. Here, I was.
The night between the 5th to the 6th of august 2007
We met again in front of the Café from the End of the World. He returned from China. He was alone. He did not have anybody any more in his life. We returned at home. He was cooking. I was ironing. I prepared my departure for Bratislava the following day. We formed a pretty couple.
We had not seen each other for more than one year. We had not seen each other for more than one year.
He returned from China.
He grazed my back on several occasions.
I did not say anything.
We met in the kitchen. He opened his arms, I slipped there or perhaps I would not have been taken. I believed to hear `my lov'. But I am not sure so much whole panic took over my brain.
Here, we were.
On monday night, the 6th of august 2007
We met all night long. We made love on several occasions.
The following day, I left for Slovakia. He prepared his return to China.
an island in the Danube
From the 8th to the 15th of August 2007
We did not meet again. We did not speak to each other. We did not embrace. We did not make love. He was in France. I was in Bratislava.
with the love of the wind, water and rain
dancing
On Tuesday, the 21st of august 2007
I called him. He did not answer.
I convened some friends, we spoke about nothing in several languages. They came from Central America, South America and North America. He prepared his return to China.
I return and set out again in the tread
On wednesday, the 22th of august 2007
He called me. I was at the terrace of the travelers Café.
He said to me
I return and I set out again in the tread.
I keep you informed.
He added
Ciao!
I said ciao.
On wednesday, the 22th of august 2007
I wrote to him
Thank you to have passed! It was a pleasure, partial certainly, actually, sexual in any case, but a happiness nevertheless…
And when you want to screw, do not hesitate to call me.
Click on F like F…ck.
On wednesday, the 22th of august 2007
I wrote
what are you looking for ?
In any case, it is clear this doesn’t make a noise…
You take and you do not give anything.
At moments, I envy you this indifference…
Otherwise, you seem to me perfectly obscure and remote. Like an enormous block out of stone, it is frankly hard… And I would balance a bomb to see what happen behind…
Do you feel yourself well where you are?
On wednesday, the 22th of august 2007
I thought
If not and since you don’t care… you can write a love letter to me, an emotional and inflamed thing which unties my guts, some explosive words which catapult me,