R E D

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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