The red I like, is that of a sunset breathtaking, it overwhelms me, thought to touch, which seems to hear the rumor.

The red I like, it is the passion I see in many young people who leave their Sardinia island with the promise to return.

The red I like, it is the starfish, who tickles the hand and slowly descend to see the bottom of the sea when you drop it.

The red I like is the color of spring poppies field and are distinguished by their vivacity.

The red I like, it is the arbutus, a fruit that refreshes after walking for hours through enchanted paths.

The red I like, is that the houses of purple, which, despite the passage of time, maintain the beauty and elegance.

The red I like, is that of flamingo feathers, which seem to carry a royal mantle.

The red I like, it is to let the tomatoes dry in the sun, or choose the more mature to make a sauce with basil, summer scent.

The red I like, it is that good wine shared with close friends.

The red I do not like is the fire that devastates the earth, that fills you with anger and makes you feel helpless.

The red I do not like is the heart without soul, which becomes a hell.

The red I do not like  is the blood, a bright color, which comes out like plants.

The red I do not like is the color that is ignorance, if ignorance was worthy of owning a color.

The red I like, is that of the good uniforms, fire fighting.

The red I like, is leaving a trail along petals, marking the footprints of those who look forward to those who understand that what does not burn today is the resource morning.

The red I like is just a color and as such, it would like to stay.

M.C.