13/09/2026
MARIPOSA 🤍🦋✨
Rodila sem se tiho. Iz beline svoje mame Mici in ata Lina sem prišla na svet kot majhen bel dih, po katerem je nekdo raztresel droben zlati prah. Ime mi je Mariposa. Metulj. In morda to ni naključje.
Metulji ne pridejo zato, da bi ostali neopaženi. Pa tudi ne zato, da bi bili glasni. Samo pojavijo se nežni, krhki, lepi na način, ki ga ne znaš zares razložiti.
Takšna sem tudi jaz. Ne potrebujem veliko. Toplo roko. Miren glas. Pogled, ki ne hiti mimo mene. Morda se komu zdim samo mala bela alpaka. Toda jaz vem, da je v meni še nekaj več. Nekaj tihega. Nekaj mehkega. Nekaj, kar se ne vidi vedno z očmi. V svoji belini nosim mir. V zlatem sijaju nekaj, kar spominja na svetlobo po dolgi temi.
In če se boš kdaj ob meni za trenutek ustavil, bom morda samo mirno stala in te gledala.
Toda mogoče boš prav takrat začutil nekaj, česar nisi pričakoval. Da nekatera bitja ne pridejo v naše življenje zato, da bi v njem naredila hrup. Pridejo zato, da ga za trenutek utišajo. Da nas spomnijo na nežnost. Na toplino. Na tisti del nas, ki ga svet včasih prehitro otrdi.
Jaz sem Mariposa. Bela kot mir. Posuta z zlatim kot spomin na svetlobo. Majhen metulj v svetu alpak. In če bom nekoč ostala samo še v tvojem spominu, si želim, da se me spomniš tako, kot nežnega bitja, ki ni potrebovalo besed, da bi se dotaknilo tvojega srca. 🤍🦋✨
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MARIPOSA 🤍🦋✨
I came into this world quietly.
Born from the pure whiteness of my mother, Mici and my father, Lino. I arrived like a tiny breath of light, white as snow, touched with a whisper of gold. My name is Mariposa. Butterfly. And somehow, I feel as though that name was always waiting for me.
Butterflies do not need to make a sound to be noticed. They simply appear delicate, gentle, almost weightless and for a moment, the world seems softer because they are there. Maybe I am a little like that too.
I do not ask for much. A gentle hand. A soft voice. A pair of eyes willing to truly see me instead of simply passing by. To someone, I may be only a little white alpaca. But there is more inside me than what the eyes can see. There is quietness. There is softness. There is something golden hidden beneath all this white. I carry peace in my colour
and a little piece of sunlight in the golden shimmer that rests upon me.
Perhaps that is why I came. Not to make the world louder. But to make it quiet for a moment. To remind someone that tenderness still exists. That softness is not weakness. That there are still gentle things in this world capable of reaching the places in us that words cannot.
And if one day you stop beside me and I simply stand there, quietly looking back at you, maybe you will feel it too. That strange little moment when nothing is said and yet somehow, your heart understands everything.
I am Mariposa. White as peace. Touched with gold like the last light of sunset. A little butterfly in the world of alpacas. And if one day all that remains of me is a memory, I hope it will be a gentle one. I hope you remember me as a little soul who came quietly into your world and somehow, without ever saying a word, left a little light behind in your heart. 🤍🦋✨
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