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When are born at dawn
Rednesses of the dawn
My spirit however honest
Bewitched, orates

Nature vêt
Ornaments enjôleurs
With the colours and the colors
It has the patent

Meadows and guérets
Relative and colour himself
Let us tons many-colored
Enchanters, guillerets

Just as the love
Puts in our ceurs of the balsam
Here D different kingdoms
Where our directions are énamourent

Because life without colors
Paddle with the brunante
Would be a pain
Almost alienating

Ode with the colors of the life

Writing by CEPYGE X

Colors of life 

My heart was filled with gray 
You entered there without making noise
You put color at it
It is now full with heat
Red because I wish you
Pink when you make me smile
The white of found peace
Yellow of the new friendships
My small rainbow with me
I hope for me also sometimes
To give again you some gleams
To bring a little happiness to you
I could have invited you to the swirl
Our two bodies in unisons
But I want to just to say you thank you
To be so well in your company

 Writing by EARANE

With against-colors

Silence,
Two black eighth notes,
In the shade of a sigh,
White in remembering imposing
The pause.

Absence,
Suspended flight of pale notes,
Three flat with the key
On the keyboard
Dumb man.

Writing by ALBY

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Red,
The color of my cheeks when your hands move
Blue,
The color of your eyes when I know what you want
White,
The color of my emptied skin of its blood
Green,
The color of the small song which floats in the air
Rose,
When suddenly in your eyes my body is exposed
Black,
My eyes are closed again on a glimmer of hope
Yellow,
And the life is born gently among our palms

Writing by CELINEM

The time of the colors

Here time is completed

In the light of the purple one
 

In the light of purple, them, him, you, you, us, I.

 Writing by BREDOW

The sun darts its rays
And my head bursts of colors
Yellow beneficial, diffuse,
Tonic and enivrant,
Filled of estival joy!
Luxuriant of the vegetation,
Green intensity of grass
Mature pallet after the agitation of spring
Contagious scents of dolce vita
Red like the pink
Drunk of love and fire!
Recall scarlet of the pulpy lips
Of the actress,
Opened on the aggressive white of the smile!
Infinite blue of your eyes
On the mirror of the horizon.
The forget-me-not captured it in its dress
And says you “does not forget me”!
Merry and generous star,
You give the joys of the south
In our timoré north
The colours are filled with enthusiasm
But let emerge the emotion of the pastels!
And the exubérance of the exaltation
Open on the tenderness of the pinks, the lilacs
Points of calm in the outcrop of vitality!
Happy color
What will reflect the drawings of children
Or harmonious tables of the painters.
the life tastes the holidays,
With the savour of idleness
Or of the plays éperdus and youthful!
Ah, colors, imposing gift of nature!
In me the explosion of gratitude resounds
Towards it
For the wellbeing which includes me.
If we know to collect this gift of the Earth,
We for a moment do not forget
Our sorrows and concern, our misfortunes?
Time is with plenitude,
With symbiosis with the vigorous triumph
Heat!
Can escape all sadnesses
To leave room to the taste of happiness!

Writing by GHISLAINE FOX

When I was born, I was black,

  
While you white man:
When you were born you were pink,
When you grew you were white,
When you go to the sun you are red,
When you are cold you are blue,
When you are afraid you are green,
When you are sick you are yellow,
When you die you will be gray…

And after that, you have the cheeck to call me

“coloured man”!!! …