(1)
I walk through the park,
Slowly,
Like an old lady.
I photograph yellow leaves,
Red leftovers of wild berries,
And black reflections of oak trees
In green, silent waters.
(2)
My mother calls me a free woman.
She means, that I can take my loneliness
Wherever I want, unlike her.
She can spend her loneliness only
In the downtown, Chicago,
While I’m taking mine
To Schloss Charlottenburg, Berlin.