- Annamaria Waliczky
Everything is white. Nowhere a blur of colour to be seen. But how is that possible? Whose ink has been extinguished? How beautiful would it be to sink into the yellow of the sunflower, to taste the red of raspberry juice or to swim within the blue of the sky. After all life is just motley with colours! And much more beautiful! I spy with my eye, I spy something … green! From where is it coming?