Kandinsky

The music lives in colour, it seems obvious to you. The velvet you caress with your hand tastes like chocolate. You count by following the rainbow of numbers in your mind, just as the letters of the alphabet have never been written simply in black on a black background.

The music lives in colour, it seems obvious to you. The velvet you caress with your hand tastes like chocolate. You count by following the rainbow of numbers in your mind, just as the letters of the alphabet have never been written simply in black on a black background.

The music lives in colour, it seems obvious to you. The velvet you caress with your hand tastes like chocolate. You count by following the rainbow of numbers in your mind, just as the letters of the alphabet have never been written simply in black on a black background.