Wings of Desire (1987v)
When the child was a child,
it walked with its arms swinging.
it wanted the stream to be a river, the river a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child, it didn't know it was a child.
Everything was full of life, and all life was one.
When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything, no habits.
it often sat cross-legged, took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and didn't make faces when photographed.