Engelin with watering can
I got a Engelin given. It fell like Manna of the sky. The Krakauer Engelin with watering can. It is not an ethereal shape. Separate had minted female attributes. A geblümtes dress and an apron with enormous bags carries. In the left hand it holds a watering can. My Engelin is Linkshänderin. On the back fastened, like an oversized backpack, like a parachutist, wing from rough linen. Now the Krakauer Engelin with watering can protects me. It guards my window, which is not part of the wall, but the roof. My window to the sky. I live under the roof. In the early awake I up and stares into the sky. During the day I write and stare into the sky. I think and stare into the sky. Be silent and stare into the sky. The Engelin pours my thoughts such as spring rains. The tree, which grew over the house and beyond my imaginative power, throws its dry sheets off. On me. And at the night its ungeniessbaren heavy fruits.
