Wednesday, May 16, 2012


A  L  O  H  A !

“Out of the ash
 I rise 
with my red hair ”
 Sylvia Plath

" It was a town of red brick, 
or of brick that would have been red 
if the smoke and ashes had allowed it;
 but, as matters stood
 it was a town of unnatural red 
 and black 
as the painted face of a savage. "

 CharlesJohn Huffam Dickens

" In the house of words 
was a table of colors. 

They offered themselves
 in great fountains 
and each poet
 took the color he needed: 
lemon yellow or sun yellow,
 ocean blue or smoke blue, 
crimson red, blood red
wine red. "

Eduardo Galeano

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