History of a god fish who spitted out color

Upon returning home from Rafo Diaz' paintings:
I am late my love and see you stirring an old cup of cold consommé with a spoon in your hand.
I am late, my love, the night fell on me at an instant. I am unraveled and sprinkled in colors.
I was only going to look at the paintings and capture them in my memory and it turns out that they wrapped me up, revolved me around and made me go through two nights.

The first night was the night of old times that have not gone by.
They raffled up my clothing and left me skin and blood in the middle of the jungle. They dressed me again with smoke and colors and forced me into the initial rites of the Amazon Indians, of the rivers, and of the hill incas. And, we danced together until a dizziness of colors made me fall onto the floor, colors of the grass, of the pisco, of the brown skin. It was odd…, night was still dark but one could see it all and … it was not the light shining down but the color… a god fish came out into the surface and spitted color here and there just for our eyes.
I swear to you, my love, I had never seen the pulsing color of the night the way I do now.

The second night was the night of bars and boweries of the cities of run-aways and escapees… and it was blue but not like any blue, it was another blue. I got soaked of color from cheap alcohol and a party woman came to kiss me and caught me by surprise. Then, she sat on my thighs. I saw myself huge, fat, idol of all excess and our flesh touched, all the way down to despair and even then, color was not going away but it was magnetizing the ways, the wood where the glasses hit. Night remained dark, my love, I swear to you but you could see everything.
The god fish continued swimming in his colorful fish bowl. He told us that color, like music, has a rhythm and that the best of his rhythm and harmony is yet to be discovered. And he told us that color teaches the soul about everything that lives under the moon. A god fish told me.
I am late, my love, don't look at me like that, I bring color wounds on my body. I come from two nights where you could not go out without being sprinkled by the god fish. I am cold and naked, hug me, look at me, heal me, wet your lips in my sores, my love, that I am late and wounded with the color of live flesh.