“The biggest pain of the wind is having no color!” (Mário Quintana)

On the wedding day of Rubina and Filipe, the wind was happier than ever. It was orange, blue, yellow.
It was massive and thick smoke of baroque contours, it was marbling beams of light, sieved by the treetops, it was dense and thick haze, pierced by the pungent headlights of the van.

Among the colorful wind there were hugs and kisses, cake, toasts and many smiles.
There were speeches, watery eyes and lost loose tears.
There was overwhelming love and, on that day, love had color like the wind… orange, blue, yellow…