I know where paradise is. I remember it each time I recall my childhood. / I also know the address of the Hell. It’s where I live now. / I was a cute, fat, smart little girl who wore short dresses, nice shoes; I had a colorful umbrella decorated with cartoons and it was adorable, like my face. / In winter, I loved snow and snowballs…

I start my day with the alphabet of those magic eyes / I wait for them to tell me secrets. / I know their language . . . / They are the touch of the morning breeze when it rains / in paradise, / the smell of spring, / clouds in a January sky.