Texto por María Bautista
Traducción por Dani Moore
Ilustración por Raquel Blázquez
When small Violet awoke one morning, she saw with terror that her bedroom lost all its colors. The walls were no longer yellow but rather white, her blue quilt became grayish and all the books on her shelves were a sad and blurry dark spot.
-What has happened in this room? – asked the girl, checking with relief that her hair continued to be orange like a carrot and that her pajamas were still of green checkered print.
Violet looked out the window and observed horrified that no only her room, but the entire city had turned gray and ugly! Ready to know what had occurred, Violet dressed in her favorite dress, the one that was full of flowers, grabbed her stripped backpack, put on her purple shoes and left to the street.
Shortly after leaving her house, she met a little old man, dark as the night, walking a very white dog, confused by nothing. Violet decided to ask him if he knew anything about why the colors had left the city.
-Well, it’s obvious. The people are sad and in a sad world, there is no place for colors.
And so he left with his darkness and sadness. Violet thought about what the old man had said, could it be true? But she didn’t have time to discover an answer because, all of a sudden, a gray woman dragging a blurry cart crashed into her. After begging pardon, Violet decided to ask her about the world’s sadness.
-Well it’s obvious. The people are sad because we have remained without colors.
-But if it is the colors that left because of the world’s sadness…
The woman shrugged her shoulders with an expression of indifference and continued walking. Violet entered the nearby park and discovered with anger that even the trees and flowers were colorless. In this moment, a colorless squirrel passed by.
-Squirrel, do you know where the colors are? Some say that they have left because the world is sad, but others say that it is the world that’s sad because of the absence of colors.
The colorless squirrel stopped eating his white chestnut, looked at Violet with curiosity and exclaimed:
-Without colors there isn’t happiness and without happiness there are no colors. Search for happiness and you will find the colors. Search for the colors and you will find happiness. Violet was thoughtful for a moment. What an extraordinary thing the intelligent colorless squirrel just said!
The girl, each time more determined to recuperate the happiness and colors, decided to visit her grandfather Filomeno. Grandfather Filomeno was an amateur painter and also the happiest person Violet had ever known. Like her, grandfather Filomeno’s beard hairs were as orange as a carrot and a smile as big and pink as a slice of watermelon. Surely he knew how to fix this disaster!
At grandfather Filomeno’s house the colors had not left, how could they leave a house this full of happiness? Violet had to explain all that had occurred because he had not yet learned of any of this.
-The colors have left! This is very serious, we have to do something!
And after demolishing a mountain of candies (grandfather Filomeno said that they were bad for the teeth but good for happiness), Violet and her grandfather took to the streets with his suitcase of paintings.
-We are going to paint happiness with our colors – grandfather Filomeno explained to her.
-But how do we do that?
-Very easily, Violet. Think of something that makes you happy…
-Playing ball in a field of sunflowers.
-Perfect, well, lets get to it…
Violet and grandfather Filomeno painted a precious field of sunflowers over all the gray walls of the school. A colorless policeman passing through wanted to get their attention, but grandfather Filonmeno with his watermelon smile cheerfully asked:
-Mr. Police, tell us something that makes you happy…
-Happy? A comfortable couch by a fireplace where I can read a good police novel.
And so it was that Violet, grandfather Filomeno and the colorless policeman began to paint an enormous fireplace with an armchair. When they were finishing, a very snotty woman without a bit of color neared them with a nasty temper; but grandfather Filomeno with his watermelon smile asked her happily:
-Colorless lady, tell us something that makes you very happy…
-Happy? In these gray times? Let me think…a bakery full of chocolate donuts.
And so it was that Violet, grandfather Filomeno, the colorless policeman and the snotty woman without a bit of color began to paint a colorful bakery.
Little by little, all the inhabitants of the city united with the group and filled the city with murals full of marvelous things that made everyone very happy. When they finished, the entire city had filled with colors. Everyone smiled happily in front of these walls replete with brilliant oranges, blue seas and intense greens. Everyone returned to being happy and returned to filling with colors.
With the adventure finished, grandfather Filomeno accompanied Violet to her house. But when they were about to say goodbye to each other, a very big question entered Violet’s mind:
-Grandfather, what if the colors leave again one day?
-If they leave, we will have to return smiling. Only like that will we get the colors to return…
And with his watermelon smile, grandfather Filomeno turned and continued his walk home.