the_colours_of_you fyn gula When i last saw you, i was the child laughing at pictures we drew, gathering in my hands any flowers that grew along the bianca stada, so i could give them to you and we could pretend our love was real. we ate gelato, several flavors in one cup and marveled at the sound of palm fronds against the roof tiles. were they the fingernails of a witch? and when i see you again, i hear the echoes of our senseless dialogue, the memories of our frustration in palermo and you say its been years since you drank sfuso. you show me the illustrations you've become famous for, the not so funny anymore works that give you your living. beside us, as we wait, we watch a toddler point to her crayon drawings and we smile at the connection, trying to convince her how good she has done. 000303 ... camille fyn gula your words brought this painting by Steve Hanks to mind http://www.world-wide-art.com/art/va/printjpgs/h/shanks/youngatart.jpg 000303 ... Spare Change Your hair is a strawberry blonde sometimes, a pale melon red glistening on corn hair strands. The color of oranges streaking down. Your eyes are dark steel blue or sea green with golden rings around your pupil. Your freckles are a light brown glitter on your peach and hickory skin. Your lips are pale sometimes, the washed out pink of a beloved shirt, or crimson red and shinning. Inside though you are so much more golden shades of green and silver shades of red. Ebony blues and sunset orange, bright and glowing a glistening light of myriad colors. 030830 ... mon the_stars_that_are_you 030830 what's it to you? who go blather from