In the celestial liquid spheres of blue and green, the furniture framed itself in a hue of filtered light. More and more the whole of life, of existence of being was delicately wrapped in the dreams of day. And every time she walked through the realms of the mutiple reflected sun that chrystalized in the chandeliers and on the floor, leaving violet shadows, he wondered: What is it, how does it happen ? She, as spring, held the colors of the palet on the brushes of her voice and varnished them with the whispers within…. |