I only like the colours I do not see
those I have not associated with any bad image
all that exist to make life beautiful
and have beautified mine with their absence
These are the colours that bring me joy
because they were not there in the times of sorrow
not partaking in any depressing sight
they were always discreet and innocent
Even if I never get to see them
or they do not appear in some pleasant memory
I will know that they were always there
reflecting on my thoughts
This is the world of my dreams
strange sequences of unconnected memories
filled with light from the beyond…
I only like the colours I do not see
