Nobody ever asked the importance of colors. And nobody ever heard of the vast mixture of emotions. So for this story interesting, he will not talk of wizards, fairies, and princesses.
Legend has it that in an unnamed city and missing colors, was born in November, a strange man. He said it was well weird awkward, because the stones ever faced by the poor. From Young found his hobby, stones, straw and coal. From childhood on the walls, under the intense gaze of the owls, he drew on them, beautiful sketches. Over the years grew, like his love, his beautiful inspiration. Until one day, tired of seeing their impoverished city, had an idea he thought everyone would love.
Thus, a full moon night, while everyone was sleeping, drawing on the houses of the city, what they thought. At dawn the people of the city came, and saw the sun, the man drew pictures last night with longing. They looked all around, and with every emotion, felt the red of love, portrayed in a cemetery. Among the houses in a dark blue felt the sea breeze, which always came to visit. And from the floor of the plaza, as far as the eye could see, a green rose and rose, flooding the city, a great hope.
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