But a meadow in which I can call, by name, broom shrubs in the background, and poppies in the foreground,, is a different meadow. It is mine, with that special light, those particular smells. It is no longer alien, or external.
Un jardìn que puedo llamar por nombre la hiniestra, en el fondo, y el amapola en primer plan, serà un jardìn diferente.