translated by Nikoleta Telidi
Every spring you used to gaze the long city’s shadow on the pavement, in summer her memory on the shingles of the beach. Every autumn you observed, with a little kid’s curiosity, the deformation of her image on the raindrops – in winters her reflection on the lustrous surface of the high buildings. That was the Circadian rhythm of your relationship.
Photo: A.P., Molecular Research Center, Cologne, December 2013
