A poem about blue.. really has nothing to do with TEF

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Blue is the coldest color, it is exactly emptiness, the absolute value, the more pure and perfect beauty.

Blue is so unreasonable that you must make thoughts in order to create dreams just to the act of diming it.

It calms, soothes, depresses, it invades without real support, provides only a drain in the long term. It's like a prison with bars expanding our horizons in a cold decilant world. It is a blinding power that opens the way to liberation.

It is possible that the movements and sounds, also as the material forms, disappear into your contact, drowning it and disappear in a sea of sadness. For the Blue is associated with depression, the depth, the impossiabel.

Previously it was a symbol of dignity, royalty and therefore is also related to the peace, order, harmony.

The blue gives rhythm to life. It represents the unreal, the way in which the real becomes the more exotic pure imagination. It is the symobolisim of desire, temptation, of passivity, of the divine and the possession, not sadistic but masochistic.

Blue is the manifestation of the rivalry between heaven and earth, where both were always face to face. The deity of eternal life, the dangerous poison that ran the soul, the creation of a perfect being to obtain all these centers of meanings.

The color blue, in other words, is the most illogical contradiction, because it also represents the angels.

Ironically blue is your favorit color.

The fact that it is blue, isolates your mind from the world. The fact becomes you a sin.

The thoughts decolate your hopes, elude it with sweet lies.

The Blue also limits your friendships, destroys your love.

Even with this entire evil aura that surrounds you, blue gives reythem to your life.

You are in effect while standing next to blue, because blue awakens confined desires of his bestial nature, you always express intention to destroy all holyness and innocence shyness occupying that form with the wicked pleasures of touch and taste, even with blue demonstrating that it is a hideous demon, not an angel itself, as the definition of blue imposes.

To the surprise of blue, you do not care for the meaning.

Simply .... Because you love "Blue".

Love so much that it's a sin divine.