It’s impossible to find someone just like you. You’re unique.
Maybe you’ll find someone something like to you,
someone who’s particularly close to your way of being, but never someone just like you.
You will choose to live along with the closest people to you,
those who understand even before you say a single word. Isn’t that true?
You know what, boy? At some point, I felt the need of something fresh,
the urge to get away from all of my certainties.
I was living in a whole bordeaux painted world.
But then I met teal, blue, orange, also grey, or even black!
And I think they all really are beautiful, aren’t they?
I discovered their beauty by letting them tell me their stories:
My bordeaux is a traveller. Always catching those flights with his passport in the right hand and a glass of red wine in the other one.
Tean and Blue, they live in summers, they spend so much time at the beach that they have become the reflection of the sea.
Orange is a dreamer, he gets lost in the middle of the sunset.
Gray is the ash, and ash comes after fire. Gray loves to surprise people with all his power, a power that consumes him. When I met him he was just resting, waiting for the right moment to rise as a phoenix.
Black shares his power with grey. At first, they were even working together. Black gave its colour to the coal but, at the end, even black felt the urge of a change, and guess what he did? He decided to let us dream, through the night.
All their stories meet and merge in the beauty of Art: A painting, just like the world, is where each color find his place. One above another, they create all those sublime shades, they give life to something unique.
Men, just like colors, have their own stories. And if men, just like colors, were able to meet the other souls as a work of art, believe me boy, we would have achieved a great miracle.
