When she had a palace,a long time ago,she yearned for a back yardwhere the sunflowers grow.Now she has the back yardand she’s rid of all the weeds;but she left, in the palace,the sunflower seeds.
Sometimes I see myself in the mirrortaller than I really amand I look at my reflectionin admiration.Other times I am tallerthan myself in the mirror.Sometimes I see the distancesvery close to me.Small trees and housesare like toys that I could touchwith my hand.People are little thingsthat I could crushwith one finger.Sometimes I see the sea as a wall;the fishing boats are pasted