The first room

This is my entry for #monomad challenge by Hive account@monochromes.

Black and white.

Only two colors which contains - hidden - all colors, and much more.
Black as vacuum, as deep night, as absence (presage of presence).
White as an invisible rainbow.

I love 'Rain, In Your Black Eyes' by Ezio Bosso, one of my favorite musicians.
In his last album, Ezio talked about twelve rooms.
In our life we pass through twelve rooms: each room is a time of our life, and it gives us a special unique feeling, together with the taste of the next one. Nobody can remember the first room, but at the end, after the last room, we will come back to the first one, but with new eyes, and so we will understand it. We will close the circle, coming back to our source.

Black, white and water remind me of unconscious, of our this first room, of our deeper desire.

In my last dream I was in a big palace wrapped by a nighty countryside. I stayed at ground floor. First floor was not accessible, like our unconscious, and I felt a great energy inside it, as it was the secret room of the pyramid of our interiority. Second floor was habitable, but not explored yet. To reach second floor, to give to my soul a new places to stay, I should have crossed first - not accessible - floor, which means to stay in touch with the incomprehensible and irrational part of ourselves, to express and integrate all parts of us.

Each room has a music, a sound that synchronizes our body to the soul.
Music is the key to enter the soul, like a starter to create a new inner space, like the map to explore the room where I'm now, and the key to access next room too, to reach the last, first one.

White skin, black hair, like a deep brilliant rain, are similar to the keys of a piano.
Every image is like a new note, every movement is like an unexpected melody that help us to reach next room.