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Apr 2018
When I die, I know my colors will spray away

I want blue to become oceans and sky
green, forests, jungles
red, kisses...
orange, sunsets and birds
brown, earth, sand…
yellow, sunflowers
pink, flamingos and petting
white, foam and peace
black, obsidian

I want violet to become dreams...

And I want turquoise to stay in your eyes...

To stay there... because is my favorite color
the one from where others are born in me...

and I want it to be forever yours...
Speaking Eyes
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Speaking Eyes  F/Quito
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