Reza Tajiki
Red is a strange color.
As if it were not only visible,
but felt.
She wore red.
And suddenly the room was different.
I did not know
whether the color took its energy from her
or whether she drank the energy from the color.
She moved,
and it was as if a brush were stroking across the lens
as if she were not entering the image,
but painting it.


