- Colours have always amazed me – said Margot. Then she stopped right where she was and looked to the sky. With a whispering voice, she continued – they are everywhere. And nothing can stop them. They are even in the worst nooks of life. Even in me, or you – she looked at me and smiled.
I have been living everywhere. I have seen the sunrise in Mexico. I have painted in Paris, I have danced with the walls in Berlin. I have stared at the clouds in Iceland. I have seen the trees blossom in Osaka. I have climbed the mountains in Switzerland. I have touched my eyes the temples in China.
My brain is conformed by every single colour that one can imagine. But there is still something missing. Something Margot knew about and never told me.
I am waking up now, my eyes are opening. They are ready to find that colour I cannot find. The sun is coming through the window, lightening everything up. My sheets are turning as red as they have ever been. The wood on the floor is brighter than ever. My hands are dancing in front of me, seeking for their freedom, looking for something they will never find. The mirror brings back a contrasted image, colours stack in a surface that keeps playing with them. I am breathing.
- You! – my dog is barking at the end of my bed.
- I love glass surfaces. They let colours play within them so easily. I wish I were made of glass – I told Stanley.
I opened the file of my new book, the colour’s encyclopaedia. First one ever written. All the colours you can imagine are listed in here. All. I keep telling myself all the colours are in there. Maybe they are. Maybe I am just going crazy. Maybe I just miss Margot. Who knows.
There is no way I am missing a colour. I have spent years, decades studying them. But still, the feeling that something is not in there keeps coming into my head.
I start laughing. There is nothing I can do.
- Hey Stan, let’s go for a walk mate - I say waking up at once.
- You know Stan? My eyes are starting to get tired of waiting for the colours – I sigh.
- You need a rest – he says.
- But… do I?
- My eyes are so tired… - I whisper.
Margot. I suddenly remember. There she is. Sitting on the bench next to mine. My eyes are still closed. She has her eyes closed. She is smiling.
- Do you feel it? – I hear Stan talking. My eyes are still closed.
- What? – I ask.
- The colours – now Margot is talking. She opens her eyes. Her head moves in my direction. She is laughing.