For Elsa and Anton,
A summer in Berlin…
………………ceaseless political talks
………………a French armoire
………………and a huge gong… hanging on the wall
The sky is impredictably blue
…………light is dying
……………………………….(he really prefers beer)
………………………………..I am not sure why we decided to
come
……………………………………………….(we came though)
…………………………………and the wood of the dinner table
…………………………………tells us the story
of a scattered family
She wonders
what is the difference
……………………between liberty and freedom
……………………why liberty seems to be a right-wing word
………..it shouldn’t be…
..
……….Talking about ………fears
………………….and how death is part of our mind
………she reduplicating
…………………………..her old aunt life
and you starting from scratch
….as if you never wrote, you say
………………………..And we….. lost in a joyful living room
………………………………………………the shadows of your
…………….neighbors on the other side of the street
……………………the plants at the windows
………….and our questions
……………………………………………………suddenly on mute
..…………………….*
Waking up with the German radio
as you could forget yourself
watching an abstract painting
-the day is getting blurred
almost evaporate
…………………….*
It is raining in Berlin
and people still wear
colourful tattoos
as one could wear
a wedding dress
……………………the sound of the bikes
……………………in the asphalt
……………………is one of a cello
……………………fallen in the Baltic sea
on the balcony
at night
newspapers
are blown by the wind.
…………………….*
It was brief and anchored
……as the sound of a cello
……………………………from the distance
…..the black lines on the wooden floor
…..and the sudden weight of air
…………………………..on my thighs
……………………..*
When I say I live here
you know it is a short-story
a few days, or so
…………….. I got so familiar
………………….with this wooden table
though
the street full of bikes
every night
the quest to find yours
after the last beer
…………………..the enlightened numbers at each door
…………………….*
……..– ….and the smell of this novel ………..recently printed
…………………………..on the kitchen table
…………………………………………………I am not able to read
