Mister~Butterfly

The butterfly without the aid of legs, with passion

There are trials that the body imposes, but that the soul sometimes refuses to accept! We all know something about that.

After about ten operations in the last ten years, my legs have decided to stop fully cooperating. For a few years now, I have swum butterfly without using my legs. It’s not a sporting feat, it’s a silent conversation between pain and freedom. My way of recovering and maintaining vitality.

In the water, my arms become my wings. Each movement brings me a little closer to that peace one finds only after losing something, except the will to move forward. The slight sway of my legs that you can see is not a propulsive gesture—it’s a natural oscillation, like a heartbeat.