“According to Eve”, il mio romanzo in inglese

Grandma’s willows were my best way for relaxing.
They looked like green fountains in our huge garden. Their foliage poured out of a skinny trunk like a still rain of a hundred gushes, leaning spindly like tender arches.
Looking at them always brought me a sense of peace, somewhere between sadness and very quiet happiness. Trapped within perfection and nostalgia of a time when everything was only mine. Now I know.