I am a color,
that changes with thoughts that travel my soul
sometimes I am blue or green or even black as the deep
and later on I turn to purple, white or yellow or sunrise…
They tried to give me a name,
to call me somehow, to recognize me when passing by,
but failed to see inside my core
so no name is able to define me as a whole,
for I am no rose, nor red nor the shade of sad,
I am a feeling that glides with the aspects of life
and I can be dark and pink at the same time,
and when you blink I am gone, already turned into another one…
I am a color,
and things that I touch I paint them with facts,
so they stand witness in the past of days that came and went
of ideas that pierced my brain,
of long rives that fall into great seas that turn into oceans,
that carry on the colors of the birth of the universe
and along with them a little part of me,
the color of existence, the color of unknown,
I paint the world with parts of my heart,
with colors that turn into sounds…
I am a color,
and my words are bits along the spectrum of white,
objects that live and die at the same time
I am a balance between need and fulfill
and once put together I am gone as you will,
I am a color that can not be seen…