Each Colour Has a Person, Each Name Has a Dream
I want to expose my soul colours
to stand at the edge of a rainbow and collect with a spoon all
the leftovers of feelings which have
gone without saying goodbye.
To stroll the streets of memory
and find all those
which never tell a lie
neither in words nor in visions.
It is some time now that I don't force the red
to be yellow
or to paint the grass
When I met you
that each colour
has a person
and each name