Colors

It hasn't been long since I truly understood that life isn't just black and white. In the middle of the winter someone already pointed out this to me, but I was ready to lose my voice in arguing  the contrary "it is, either good or bad, there's nothing in between". However. Life was hard in winter: heavy blacks and burning whites. But now, perhaps because of the easiness of the summer, the millions and billions of colors and shades, perhaps the most because of the people that I met the heaviness of seeing life just in two colors faded away and opened new spaces. And these spaces are colored, oh, so colored.