I love BLUE… I could swim and bathe and love in blue. I would wrap myself in blue and hold a girl in blue. I would steal blue and keep it for myself. Then when I was done rubbing blue all over me, I would give blue back to world as Andrade-Azure. And everyone would understand why I love blue and all shades and hues and intimations and interesting anecdotes and shear suggestions of blue.
I adore RED. I would take blue and red and make pieces and play red and blue games; I would take red and marry red and have children of blue. I would mediate fights and arguments of red and blue. I would preside and officiate a marriage of Red and Blue and with my blessings the world would glow and the sun would set in purple and violet. I would tend to the violets in every garden of the world and far into Hades and off into Elysium if it meant that from the violets, I would extrapolate subtle doses of Red and Blue. If red were a girl I would ask her to marry me. We would love and be loved. We would be the envy of all the world and in their reverence; we would bask in the shadow of blue that would protect us from all things lost to color. And for all those not in color, we would bring them hope.
For Red and Blue and Me makes three, and the three of us would save the world from itself. Red to my right… Blue to my left… and the middle a pale disfigured form of me whose energy was wasted and life bereft of love and life and needs and wants and pains and fears and dreams and regrets and there between Blue and Red through their glory I appear beautiful and youthful and vigorous and childish and I am the personification of fun and humor and the like… I would be Loki… the god of mischief… and Bacchus… the god of Wine… and my wine would flow as in the Spanish word Vino-Tinto… or Colored Wine… for the Wine I drink is Red and the skies in my life are blue and the definitions of my world no one can understand unless we strive to dream in colors and love.
And then when the life is over… I myself would be a color… and ‘round the world people would open their boxes of Crayolas and find a new one… a new stick of colored wax… named Andrade-Azure… they would find that indeed I did give blue back but made it more potent… and they would find that everything they drew and painted in it… could never be seen by those who don’t love as much as me… and all those people despite what dreams may come when we are all united by all the dreams and energies and forces and physics and sciences and arts and manifestations of life… could never be seen by those who don’t love as much as me and all they would be colored as would be…
Unamused.
