A life, my life, I want it colored by my desires of discovering small moments of happiness, with green, with blue, with grey… No matter. Fragments of purple with shades of dark red, this cavalcade of colors whets my appetite. “No obligation, no constraint, no duty” a furtive shadow once told me, imprinting these words durably in my memory. As a princess of the living, she passed on alchemists’ secrets to me. The ones about how to obtain astonishing blues, doors to eternal life. At dawn of day, through foggy mornings, caressing skies with colors of a blossoming day with yellowish whites filled with peachy infusions, as if inviting us to bite full teeth into future sunrises… Out of this passing, a wind of renewal was born breaking old habits and certainties. Like fixated on colors that force you to stand still in admiration. Shaking off preconceived ideas whereby only specific color combinations are permitted, but reaching the point where the wise man indicates the passage to surpass oneself and be reborn. I thank the guide who with Light, reveals the master word. Vanishing into the night, he will reappear some day under a rainbow of sacred notes mixing brass instruments with velvet petals. We are all life troubadours, sometimes transmitters of knowledge, sometimes receivers, accepting this offer like an ode to life, gentle kiss left delicately on satin lips with humid contours. I raise my glass high to toast to life, friendship, love and to all which moves and carries us. To green emeralds, light, spring, bottle foam, chartreuse liquor and golden shields shining in the night mixing amaranth and dark turquoise.
D.K.