The colours of Love.

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Once upon a time there was a cat: a big, clumsy ugly cat who lived in a park. He was lazy (all he did was sleep all day in the sunshine) and was known as mean. The truth is that no-one understood him and no-one was even interested in talking with him. The cat was to blame for everything wrong that happened in the park, and no-one even ever tried to understand what was happening to him.

The Spring came, and brought with her the swallows; light, gracious and gentle creatures that cross the skies with their acrobatical flights.

And there she was, a beautiful, fascinating and corageous swallow who defied all the rules and predictions of that conservative society by… talking to the cat. She told him : “you are funny… I’m not afraid of you!” He was surprised, delighted, enchanted… And he fell in love with her.

They met every day and talked – he was down on the ground and she was upon a branch. People commented “Oh, what’s going to happen?… He is going to eat her! Everybody knows that cats eat swallows!…” But the sweet Sinha didn’t mind. She loved the cat and the cat loved her. Nothing else could matter.

One day, her parents arranged her marriage with the Nightingale, a good-looking boy of the neighbourhood, much more adequate to a society girl-swallow like Sinha. She protested, she fought, but she was forced to marry him.

Cadê a Bianca?

The cat’s heart was broken. He, the brave Spotted cat, was never seen crying before. And Sinha took a rose petal and deposited it over Spotted’s head. Red, like a drop of blood.

And the cat was alone. Slowly, depressed, he moved away from the park, towards the nest of the Rattlesnake…

This is a beautiful, brilliant Love Story by Jorge Amado, a great Brazilian writer. It’s name is “O gato Malhado e a andorinha Sinha” (The Spotted cat and the swallow Sinha).

Let’s move it to the reality with one example.

White boy black girl
In the name of love
White boy black girl
Black boy white girl…”

(INXS, Original Sin)

1 Corinthians 13    Holy Bible


 1If I speak in the tongues[a] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,[b] but have not love, I gain nothing.

 4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

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