Last night it seemed to me that I was in a strange world without bright colours – black trees against a cloudy sky, black shadows against white walls… and I got afraid and started to cry for help. And… just as in a story, coloured pencils marching one by one to me saying “Hello, how are you ?”
And I shook hands with Yellow first and painted the shining sun in the sky, the rich fields of wheat and the fair hair of my sister.
“May I introduce myself ?”, said Green. “I’m the colour of life and we went together and made the green grass and the leaves dance in all their beauty in the warm wind.
Then I took Blue and suddenly the sky and the sea came to life and the eyes of my friends opened and saw the beauty of the world.
“Hem, hem… actually I think we’ve already met, haven’t we ?”, said the fat Brown. “The whole earth with houses and food is mine and I can make lots of interesting things. How about planting together ‘the seeds of knowledge now ?’ ” And happily we went to school and painted the desks and the pencil boxes.
Then the big Red flew into my open hand and I planted red tulips in our garden and happy smiles on the faces of all the children in the world.
And only now, White and Black became beautiful colours in our text-books, perfectly matching the coloured universe of our happiness. And only then I woked up, and everything was as beautiful as it will always be.
Doris Bunaciu,The Coulours