I cannot imagine what wonderful adventures our dear friend the Little Prince would have continued to tell us if his father and official chronicler, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, had not been knocked down and killed on the coast of Marseille, that fateful day in 1944.

But when I saw this graceful @tximeleta (butterfly) delicately perched on a flower in a garden, which would undoubtedly have delighted our delicious ‘puer aeterno', I could not, if not, remember that intimate passage, in which our inspired hero said that of which - freely consigned, so as not to fall into the horrible sin of the gluttony of plagiarism-if anyone loves a unique flower among the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to think, looking up to heaven, that its flower is there somewhere in between them.

That's what this @tximeleta (butterfly) must have felt, that having been able to choose any of the hundreds of flowers in the garden, it went and came to liberate its chalice of love precisely in this one.

I, who am also an awakened dreamer, want to think, putting myself in the skin of the Little Prince, that there is no greater demonstration of Love and Friendship than Fidelity.

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