Leaves grow every year
wanting to bloom
but autumn never lets them.
This makes me wonder about you.
Perhaps living hurts you
in all the ways it shouldn’t
They tried to erase the color in you.
Mute the beat of your heart.
But when I sink my hands
into your flesh,
you stain my palms with light.
All this time,
I wonder if the sky
slept somewhere inside you.
Listen,
Even if they make you a raging storm
There’s nothing but soft
when I see you.

COLOR MOOD

Photography: María Aizpuru

Style: Álvar Alcalde

Model: Álvaro Costa

Text: Alaska Gold