Today my blue is deeper,
intimate and vagabond,
not like the red we lived before,
not like the green of that time.

Today your blue impregnates me,
and I enjoy it in the distance,
because we went crimson and turquoise,
but now our indigo fills me.

In the morning it's like the clear sky,
cheerful, immense and calm,
and at night becomes water lily,
nostalgic, serene, irreverent.

Today our blue is what we have,
sometimes night sea,
sometimes tile on the fly,
but it is always ours.

And although nobody should see it,
although we must hide it,
we have our blue,
a deep blue.

Photography and poem original by Michel Camacaro @astory

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