• Watching from afar, I see a man with his mask on.
    Why is he hiding his face and walking at a slow pace?
    He has lived more than three days? Or he doesn’t have energy left?
    Can he be older than me? Yes he is why did I ask?
    Every night i see him in the same place, giving the same rounds all night. Will he get tired? Will he notice me? Or will I just grow up and he won’t see me, passing by front of him.
    Will he still be here? Will he last until I grow up? Will he see?
    Passing by… “Oh god! He looked this way! Did he notice me?
    No, if he did he would have stopped to say hi. He does it with my friends why not me?
    Maybe he didn’t notice me at all… or is he going blind?
    Well I just finished my house, now time to sleep. Tomorrow I won’t see him, or the next day, or maybe in three more days after tomorrow. Who knows? Only time will tell.
    i need to stretch out a little! But my house is too cramped! What a martyrdom!
    Now to wait one more day… I feel something sprouting!
    Crawling out of my house and on top of a leaf. I see the grave keeper once again. What a joy! He is still here! Maybe he can see me before I disappear!
    Spreading my wings I see him calmed, and into the ground the grave keeper fell. Standing on a flower near his grave, I see him laying with a smile, so brave.
    All nights keeping graves and now he sees his own fate. Spreading my wings and taking flight, standing on his nose during night.
    He sees me and smiles… “What a beautiful butterfly!” he says with a tired voice, “too bad this is my end and then with nature will I blend”
    I stare at him for a couple of minutes. His breathing is slowing and his skin is getting cold.
    He looks tired as always and pale as the moon, that means his end will come soon. I don’t mind dying with him, as for I already know that tonight is my final night as well.
    I try to spread my wings and take flight but all I can see is the light, the moon in the sky and now I’ll say goodbye. To begin a new and to that entire he knew, the grave keeper’s life has come to an end at night.
    Now I’ll rest with him in his grave as for he was always my friend. I was the grave keeper’s secret friend.