It was just a world, though I recollect
within the Garden there was a center of energetic emanation, in
the shape of a circle of a small diameter, having the made-up
features of a human Fun Fair and which they called, given its
conceptual schema, the Wheel of Fortune. It had been designed
long before I was born, and before most of the people I know of
or inherited something from were born as well. Seen from the
outside, the whole gizmo was looking like the clearing of a
forest or like a woman's heart, at once shiny and shadowy, open
and hidden behind her instinctual veils. Surrounded by a range
of tall grown apple-trees, the Park was the Big Attraction for
each of us, Eden inhabitants.
By the time I learned how to walk, so you can guess my steps
were being haltingly taken my mind and my feet always tended to
go towards the apple trees, green and inviting as they were,
projecting their leafy silhouettes on the frowned face of the
fall sky. I say "frowned face" because the sky was crying a lot
that specific fall, and I could see its eyebrows of clouds
turning purple or maybe violet, and then dark blue. But who
could tell exactly how an angry face changes color, name the
boundaries between serenity and gloom, since all you distinctly
perceive with your inner eye is the anger.
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