Blue Like an artist with his palette, the world draws itself in colors. Above the brown earth and green fresh grass in which your feet walk on, the arch of Heaven extends in light blue. The golden Sun hides itself sometimes under blackened grey clouds which brings rain, and there are times in wich both of them, mixed up, draw in the sky all colors together, harmonizing, so a beautiful rainbow can then be seen. In the black dark night, gleams the silver Moon, surrounded by flashing bright stars. Every second there are thousands of rosy lives. Lives receiving lilac flowers, Love with red ones, rooms of white or green where colors seems to lose their vivacity. And Death, the one we have always thought to be the queen of darkness, the Reaper in black, is not so. It's just a moment in which colors change and fade. Red in your blood whitens, your eyes darken and languish, your lips are rosy no more and breath abandons you while caressing them. Booted from your body the element of #life, once your breath has gone, your skin has that color, even just for a moment, before it chills, pale and dead. So it's Death, after all. Blue.