César Vallejo

 In deed, there are some blows in life... so strong, so powerful, so terrible.

Pain is a common color in a poet's palette.

But so is white in any painter's.

You give a white paint bucket to a child, and he will make a mess with it.

Then, give Vallejo some black paint, some disease, some rupture, some struggle, any kind of suffering...

And read: let amazement take ya´. So suddently realize you were unaware of how many shades of black could dwell together, in a single piece of writting.

Cheers, my reader