It took me a while to realize how you were always trying to force me to smile, and would never understand when I made faces. You wore a mask and it seems you expected me to do it too. It was your way of trying to make me be someone else fit for you. I am irony and tears and burps - and sometimes also smiles, mostly eye-smiles. And you didn't see through the surface.

Could you just smile for the picture, for christ's sake?

Oh dear, christ's so long gone... and that wasn't the springtime of my loving. Winter's colors don't suit me.