Gone Garden That year the spring came late, it was during the birth of April.

Together with my little sister I took a walk in a park. Cherry trees were blooming, the birds were chirping and the oak trees were emerging. The ground was covered with soft green grass, a bed for innumerable daisies. The sun was hidden behind a blanket of cotton-like clouds. After a while we reached the end of the road. ooking around myself I spotted a fanciful building. I took !ayla"s hand and walked in its direction. The house was abandoned, old, and the wall"s color was peeling off. Its balconies were engaging. I walked around, to the other side. The view ama#ed me$ I called the little one to come. %he came up to me and turned to see at what I pointed. %he gasped with surprise and then her lips spread into a smile. %he cried &'lowers(), we were standing in a garden. In the center was a fountain, with no water, but it made no difference to us. The fountain*s stone was carved with care. +any wild flowers of various colors grew there, white, purple, red, yellow-!ayla was skipping around and making her admiring noises- they sounded like purring. %he stopped a little bit and ran to me. %he took my hand and was tugging me and told me to come and see. %he took me to the edge where red poppies grew. %he plucked one and smelled it. The morning dew was glittering on the petals. .e spent the whole day there. It was not an ordinary garden. After a week I decided to go there again. As I had a lot of work I did not have time to go earlier. It was already dusk. .hen I reached the street, I did not see any old houses. At the spot where once stood the old building was only grass covered with red poppies. There was no sign of walls, nor fountain. /nly one kind of flower. %leepy red 0arti 1ardin Cette ann2e le printemps est venu en plus retard, il a 2t2 lors de la naissance du mois d"avril. Avec ma petite s3ur 4"ai pris une marche dans un parc. es cerisiers sont en fleurs, les oiseau5 chantaient et les ch6nes ont 2t2 2mergents. e sol 2tait recouvert d"herbe vert tendre, un lit pour marguerites innombrables. e soleil 2tait cach2 derri7re une couverture de nuages de coton etc. Apr7s un certain temps nous avons atteint la fin de la route. 8n regardant autour de moi, 4"ai rep2r2 un b9timent de fantaisie. 1e pris la main : !ayla et marchait dans sa direction. a maison a 2t2 abandonn2e, vieu5, et la couleur du mur a 2t2 arrach2e. %es balcons 2taient engag2s. 1e me suis promen2, de l"autre c;t2. e point de vue m"a 2tonn2, 4"ai appel2 le petit : venir. 8lle est venue vers moi et me retournai pour voir ce <ue 4e fait. 8lle haletait avec surprise, puis ses l7vres se r2pandre dans un sourire. 8lle criait, =>es fleurs(?, @ous 2tions debout dans un 4ardin. Au centre, une fontaine, sans eau, mais il ne faisait aucune diff2rence pour nous. pierre de la fontaine a 2t2 sculpt2e avec soin. Aeaucoup de fleurs sauvages de diff2rentes couleurs y poussaient, blanc, violet, rouge, 4aune ... !ayla a sauter partout et de lui faire admirer les bruits, ils ressemblait : ronronner. 8lle s"arr6ta un peu et a couru vers moi. 8lle prit ma main et me tirant et me dit de venir voir. 8lle me prit sur le bord oB co<uelicots rouges a augment2. 8lle cueillit une et Ca sentait. a ros2e du matin brillait sur les p2tales. @ous avons pass2 la 4ourn2e enti7re. Ce n"2tait pas un 4ardin ordinaire. Apr7s une semaine, 4"ai d2cid2 d"y retourner. Comme 4"avais beaucoup de travail 4e n"ai pas eu le temps d"aller plus t;t. Il faisait d24: sombre. Duand 4e suis arriv2 dans la rue, 4e n"ai pas vu de vieilles maisons. A l"endroit oB se dressait autrefois l"ancien b9timent a 2t2 <ue de l"herbe couverte de co<uelicots rouges. Il n"y avait aucun signe de murs, ni fontaine. En seul type de fleur. %ommeil rouge