Paraisos

Quien dijo que no habia Paraisos en Australia? There's a road full of them and they are now in bloom. The perfume of the trees takes me back to my childhood, playing hide and sick on the road with my friends in the Summer time. The memories include chocolate milk and sponge fingers for afternoon tea and mosquito bites. It also includes picking up the tiny little balls (seeds) and squeezing them with my hands or stepping on them and crashing them against the concrete. I remember how much I enjoyed when I had a new summer dress to wear or new season's sandals, going out after school all dressed up was a treat. I miss those days, it would be nice to live them again but knowing how precious they are, so that every minute could be recorded not only the essence. How tiny our memories are that can only keep so many memories and discard so many other details. How ineficient! Anyway the trees are really nice and they give a lot of shade. Not sure what their scientific name is but in Buenos Aires we called them Paradise.

Esta lleno de Paraisos en una calle en Melbourne, el perfume me transporta a la ninez, jugando a la escondida con los vecinos en el verano. Los recuerdos incluyen la chocolatada y vainillas para mojar en la leche y picaduras de mosquitos. Tambien incluyen agarrar las bolitas de los arboles y apretujarlas con los dedos o pisarlas contra la vereda. Me acuerdo como disfrutaba salir a la vereda con un solero nuevo o con sandalias nuevas despues del colegio. Era re lindo. Extrano esos dias, seria lindo vivirlos otra vez, pero sabiendo cuan preciosos esos recuerdos son, vivirlos mas intensamente y recordar cada minuto, no solo la escencia. Que pequena que es nuestra memoria que solo nos permite guardar recuerdos fragmentados y descartan tantos detalles. Que ineficiente. Los paraisos son re lindos y dan mucha sombra en verano. No estoy segura como se llaman cientificamente pero en Buenos Aires los llamamos Paraisos...