An unexpected voice
throws me on
a not really morning street,
spinach flavour brioche
and mini espresso in the corridor,
snowy rain
weakens the embers
while waiting for Sammy.
In a refund room,
raising smiles of memories
I hug again an unexpected friend.
My good mood sprite
blue hair tips
and the ability of building
miniature bridges
that one meter after the other
cover the world.
Starving for Egyptian chats
and for food from the past months
we mix in our mouths
hummus, words,
kebab.
On a loft
attempting to become home
a coffee and an amaretto
lead us through streets
sprinkled
of bottled up poetry,
lit up
by the wine
resting in the street lights’ globes,
surrounded
by caves
full of TV sets
bicycles
ugly t-shirts.
A sharp
sweet
childish
woody smell
of printed paper
fights its way jostling
in the nostrils of our soul.
We get lost
inside a supermarket
we get lost
in a parking lot
we find each other again
in a parking lot
at the last turn:
full of flowers!
Full of premonitions
of hidden treasures.
From the Turkish roof
we rule Berlin
we rule the world
and from a chair
too big for us
and in a place
too weird for us
letters start
raining from the ceiling
they blend into the paper birds
flying over the pub.
Wooden constructions
are occupied by the wax
-white calm
after an eruption.
In the suspended garden
a wind of freedom
a bath tub
turning into a cradle
of aquatic plants
a wooden labyrinth,
of green and smoke,
of different languages
of a poem writing friendship.
At last I feel words
invading my lungs.
Vera Linder
** Klunkerkranich is a bar in Berlin. Sammy and Vera reunited in Berlin in October for one night. They went to a bar with their friend Vittoria and decided to write a poem about their day, the same day, at the same time. This is Vera Linder’s poem.
Read “Klunkerkranich” in Italian.
Or read about Sammy’s day in English.