Before, he was only a possibility.
His eyes saw the yellow of the African desert, the blue of the Djiboutian ocean, the green of Ivorian vegetation, the white of Quebequian winter...
His music speaks, his piano shivers, his hands move, his brain gets boiled over, his heart gets carried away...
Can you hear it?
Before, she was only human.
Her eyes saw the egg yolk of her grand father's henhouse eggs, the blue of Kenshin's eyes, the green of the most marvellous frogs, the white of the blank pages to be honored by her writing...
Her voice moves and shivers, her hands write, her brain boils, her heart is dazzling...
you feel it?