When I recollect her, I see a long list of colors, but it's the three in which I saw her in the flesh that resonate the most. Sometimes I manage to float far above those three moments. I hang suspended, until a septic truth bleeds toward clarity.
That's when I see them formulate:
THE COLORS
RED: [rectangle]
WHITE: [circle]
BLACK: [swastika]
They fall on top of each other. The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.
Autor: Markus Zusak
![When I recollect her, I see a long list of colors, but it's the three in which I saw her in the flesh that resonate the most. Sometimes I manage to float far above those three moments. I hang suspended, until a septic truth bleeds toward clarity. <br /><br />That's when I see them formulate:<br /><br />THE COLORS <br />RED: [rectangle]<br />WHITE: [circle]<br />BLACK: [swastika]<br /><br />They fall on top of each other. The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red. - Markus Zusak](/static/img/quotes/193060.jpg)