The caterpillar/the butterfly—the complete story

Abans de la vida – before life Dim lamplight reflected off the gently rippling puddles and splashed glowing pools against the crumbling cement of the sidewalk. In the darkness, murmurs of activity could still be heard from within the quasi-dilapidated homes lining the street. The neighborhood was presently reconvening from each of the resident’s individual events of the day, and unknowingly readyi...

Papallona emergent – emerging butterfly She got up for the sole purpose of acquiring a glass of water when a flash of color caught her eye. It was the sort of mandatory trip that was just pressing enough to evoke her from her swath of quilts and blankets, so any divergence from her path to the sink and back seemed precarious. But the burst of orange was tempting, so she tentatively tip-toed over t...

La vida va renéixer – life reborn The world was disparate from above—a rainbow of sundry buildings, a striking expanse of gorgeously neglected fields and yards. He was rendered breathless, attempting to take it all in with his meager form, but it didn’t stop him from trying to soak in every second of it that he could—didn’t stop him from trying to embrace the tangibility of every moment...

Vora de la incògnita – edge of the unknown They were two golden threads dancing through space and time, gracefully entwined for the duration of this sacred epoch. But the curtain was closing on this particular scene. The set was changing. The shape it would take when the curtain rose was a mere mystery to the figures on the stage; they were now standing on the brink of an ambiguous chasm....