I have always focused on finding ways to bring out my colours in every possible way, allowing my presence to shine in the different areas of my life. Today, I ask myself, what would happen if, for a moment, I became transparent and let the colours of the world pass through me?

Would the red of Gaza’s blood drown me? Or will the radiant yellow of the sun reach my fears and bring color to the cold that unleashes my anxiety?

Will the blue of the sea irrigate my dreams and carry them in its current state to a space where they can come true?

Will the white longing for peace cover my eyes and reveal to me what humanity achieves when it sets aside its prejudices and fills itself with love?

Could the black I usually run away from caress my cheek and show me the stars that embrace the darkness?

Or could it be that a rainbow would cross my soul, showing me how the sacred source, covering every part of the universe outside my being, mirrors who I am?