The red-haired princess came from a distant land. She had beautiful lips and large eyes, as if the Mediterranean Sea lay in her gaze. There was something mysterious about her hair, and everything seemed to be hidden in those curls. The red of her hair was like a sunset, warm and bright like a summer evening when everything is absolutely perfect.
I listened to the red-haired princess for a long time. ‘Never pay attention to how time passes. Try to experience the moment, and when it is gone, do not chase after it. There is no point in chasing after time.
Now go while you can. Travel while you can. There will come a day and a time when you will encounter the desert. Do not be afraid, the desert can be overcome if you are aware that it can be crossed with patience, and that the lines on the palm of your hand mark the many journeys you have made, the ones you must make, and when your last journey will be. Come, do not be afraid, do not be frightened, but let yourself live in oblivion and idleness, and you will see that the silence will not end, for the voices you carry within you and that travel with you are eternal, and eternal are the voices that accompany you.’
Then the red-haired princess looked into my eyes, took my face and kissed me. The red-haired princess looked up at the sky and stared at the sunset, which smelled of immensity.
White is trust in the future, the highest purity, noble feelings and the desire for something new. White reminds us of purity, spirituality and the divine.
