Saturday, January 27, 2007
El color rojo estará para siempre asociado a un malestar, a un diálogo:
-You know those days when you get the mean reds?
-The mean reds
- You mean, like the blues?
-The blues are because you're getting fat or it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of. Don't you ever get that feeling?
- When I get it, what does any good is to jump into a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness, the proud look. Nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, then... Then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name.
Red. Esto es red para Holly Golightly. También para mí. Los Otros se sienten blue.