Today I feel weird.
I awakened, and well, too, but that's never a problem. A shower, fantastic, I felt clean, pretty, well, zero problems up there. A Charlita with some friends while I update my life, update the look and music of the day (lately the page where I get the music does not work, do not know why) and I take a coffee to wake me, and I laughed , I am outraged, I have broken my head wondering what I can do to make a dress liberty has a roll cool (silly but I like it, it relaxes me and helps me to release some cretividad).
So far so good, but I ride ay cuadno friend in the car (after quarrel Calre is with the damn fuel pump hose) and I have 30 minutes to think while listening to iPod music in the car ... Turns out I started thinking about the obligation of the life position of one side or the other (beach / mountain, left / right ,...) until I ended up thinking about the dilemma white / black ... Why?
To understand this I must say that my mind works in color, it's weird but I find it easier if you translate all the feelings and situations to the colors that I suggest (I'm sooo weird, I know) say that I identify better. Well
approximately 23 minutes of my journey I have decided I'm gray at all. The color gray is a mostly cold (especially considering that I consider myself jajajaj stone gray). A color apparently without salt or sugar, combining well with most other colors, provided they are not too strong or aggressive, that's me (you have to fuck I need to define a color ...)
lie if I say that I've spent 10 hours of my day thinking about this bullshit, identifying the thousands of emotions that can occur in a person with up to 9 colors and evening rush I have not fallen into that they were all cool colors: blue, purple, pink, turquoise, cream tones ...
And suddenly without know why I saw red, in fact I have not seen, I think, may have been a grain of sand and have thought that if I had something more pigmentation would be red or something like that, and suddenly everything was red, I only saw the red or related to him, I can not call it obsession if you want (I think is pretty close ajajaja) is why I have concluded that he had a red day.
And after a trip that promised to relax as it always does, everything made me feel too, all affected me too. It's silly but I think it is logical thinking. Red is warm, is identified with fire, passion, the feeling ... and I'm gray, cold, without salt or sugar. Let's say someone closer to the red it is less affected, is more accustomed to the fire.
Ale and my reflection on the wonderful world of rainbows I leave you with heat, fire and passion. I leave you with Valentino (this only affects my ability to Marville). I think not all are his, but with fashion and red (red is the passion and fashion is mine ...) I get it.
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