Blue, white, red. Black, red, yellow. The lines are almost the same, the colors change. A flag then another, lines moving, getting, closer pulling away and meeting again.

If I’m the Queen, be my president. Ans rule me.

Make me wear your colors. Green, blue, white, I’ll turn them into flowers necklaces. Where everything come together, where we meet.

And smile at me.

Symbols becoming words. One after another, with a rainbow farandole, everything is said.

I am the Queen and you are my president.