WILD WANDERER – « Ich liebe Berlin » V2.5
I am in love with weeping willows.
I think they are utterly poetic.
Their name only. Sounds like poetry.
And their way of longing along water to fill them in with tears.
Maybe it is my totem tree for all the cries full of me that I can’t shed.
I am in love with weeping willows and something makes them sound like Berlin.
Maybe because of the one, on the other side of the banks, in the Museuminsel‘s entry. The one which closes my first stay usual way.
Maybe because of the ones along the LandwehrKanal. As many rendezvous between earth and water.
I am in love with weeping willows and weeping willows are to Berlin what Germany is to my heart. A quiet and indelible presence giving the ton without imposing printing a feeling without saying.
Justine T.Annezo – September, 3rd 2026, Berlin – GTM+2
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