Rainbow = Arco Iris, in a magazine

Awake from a dream, I think about the possibilities of a rainbow. Full of colors, and beautiful tones that disappear in the sky. Everyone enjoys the colors of the rainbow, as well as the multiple types of faces on the streets. Let’s say, at least on the streets of big cities. Why is so hard to portrait that in magazines? The population keeps growing, and it keeps growing full of different colors. The tones, sometime, are lighter, or darker than any color. Black or white. Brown or yellow, sort of. But, why don’t we see that more often? It is not offensive anymore, it just hurts sometimes, because I look up to the sky and I see a rainbow filled with blues, and reds, and yellows. Greens, oh beautiful greens, and what about the purples? I go through pages, and find some colors, but not as many as I see on the streets. What’s wrong? I have seen Picassos, Monets, Rembrandts, and the stunning Mona Lisa, and I saw colors. Vibrant colors, full of life, things to say, and transmit. The passion of Red laying on top of a light blue, with sparkling browns representing the sweat, after a hot, shiny, fire up yellow making love reproducing more tonalities of colors, ready to live, ready to open their arms and open their legs, and let anything to happen. I want to fly, and somehow, be taken away just by looking at the cover of a magazine. It does not have to be hard to publish a rainbow on a magazine, a rainbow of people, with all kind of people.