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Red is the light of a night like the secret of a separation and reunion...
It is to diminish and disappear within multiplication.
It is to abandon yourself with every second you diminish.
Red is war, love, life and the lust that makes them meaningful...
Red is the ember you cannot extinguish in a cold weather, fear...
It is death, destruction, creation, blood, fear, war...
It is the sudden disappearance of our loved ones...
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But red is also birth...
So red is not just a color...
It is fight and cause at the same time...
Sometimes red is pride, sometimes it is nobility.
Sometimes to disappear, sometimes it is to find existence, to reach the absolute.
Red is passion...
Against life and everything is to put.
Sometimes it is rebellion, sometimes it is surrender...
Red is pain...
Blood is a stain.
It always tells the story of grief in black...
Actually, grief is red.
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