Carrying out its original intention

When the child was a child,

Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers, and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.
- Wim Wenders


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I just wrote the note.