I DIDN’T KILL HER, I FOUND HER!

I didn’t kill her, I found her!

First of all I want to make it clear that I did not kill her, I found her between the pages of an old sketchbook, who knows how it got there, or how long she was there. Immediately I wanted to appropriate her nefarious destiny, do not misunderstand me, I mean the scene in which the events occurred. Then the guilt invaded me; What if Karma, what if ethics, what if the rights of insects. After days of hesitation, I turned the coin around and began to investigate all this matters of death and what follows. Without going into detail or commenting, because there is much speculation about it. I contemplated the possibility that tomorrow it will be one of you or I who will be on that sheet and She will try to explain to art what a dead butterfly is.