If we talking
about colours it means talk about ours soul, about each of us. In childhood
we are dressed with/in white because we are pure; we grow up, begin to
learn, to know, but we don’t have discernment and then intervene the instinct
or the subconscious. We have preferences that change once with ours development
physique and/or intellectual.
We dressing,
we arrange our house, office after preferences. May be understand how they
talk about us?
Sometime I was
white, I grow up under sunbeam and he given with yellow-orange; the twilight
brought me the pink, witch I bake it and I found the red. Walking between
the grasses, the ankles they meet each other with green. (Like that I get
the hope!) But, but.. What happened? The sky be getting dark. Coming the
night?
The night, good
or bad friend (I don’t know yet) enshroud me whit she’s blue, learning
that only then exist the sincerely…
Whisper... 