"What colour is sadness?" asked the star of the cherry tree as it left the frayed end of a cloud passing by in a hurry. "Didn't you hear? I asked you: What colour is sadness?""It's the colour the sea takes on at that very moment when the sun leans on its arms. It's a wild, dark-blue colour.""what colour are dreams?""Dreams? Dreams are the colour of late afternoon.""What colour is joy?""It is the colour of noon, my sweet little star.""What about loneliness?""Loneliness is violet."

The star closed its eyes and leaned on the fence. It stayed there for a while, and rested."What about love? I forgot to ask: What colour is love?""It is the colour of God's eyes," answered the tree."What colour is passion?""Passion is the colour of the moon when it is full.""Is that so? Passion is the colour of the moon," said the star. Then it looked far away, into the voidand its eyes were filled with tears.