editorial In a video I watched recently in Barcelona, a young girl who was born blind was saying that she doesn’t know what the color black is like, she has never seen it and that being blind doesn’t mean that everything looks black. Even if everything was black, you wouldn’t even know it because the color black has not been in anyway defined to you. During those days the streets of Athens were populated by black flags, smashed up shop windows covered in black nylon while the burned down banks were still smoking. How ironic I thought, at a time when the city is burning and at the peak of the credit crunch that fashion magazines are talking about going back to black. Maybe it’s better this way; the end of an era dressed in black, just like the
profile pictures of thousands of our friends on Facebook as a comment on what happened and what we don’t want to happen again. Maybe this destruction will lead to a new beginning, like an artist’s canvas but black instead of white. Maybe through this darkness we will discover new real colors, those of hope that will help us draw up life the way we’ve always dreamt. It’s a rainy afternoon here in Barcelona, my friends back in Athens are telling me that it’s about to snow there; I feel that it’s raining all over the world and spring is about to arrive. back to black by amy winehouse from the album "back to black", released 4 October 2006 He left no time to regret Kept his dick wet With his same old safe bet Me and my head high And my tears dry Get on without my guy You went back to what you knew So far removed from all that we went through And I tread a troubled track My odds are stacked I'll go back to black We only said good-bye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her And I go back to... I go back to us I love you much It's not enough You love blow and I love puff And life is like a pipe And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her And I go back to Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, I go back to I go back to We only said good-bye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her And I go back to We only said good-bye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her And I go back to black