I came to the city,
where all people live –
and I saw with great pain,
that everybody was hexagonal,
dodecagonal or octagonal –
those, whom I didn’t know,
laughed and said, I was an egg –
and those, who loved me,
turned grey and lamented,
for one single egg
cost so many people –
a woman, who had never loved,
came and told me,
that I was born of a long-legged bird,
who had lost its voice
by looking far away –
and she understood, that she would have to stay with me for a long time –
once every half a year
the shell broke
and something came out –,
and there was a new shell underneath –
happy I lay in her lap
and tried on all colours –
and she sat alone and cried
because one single egg
had to cost so many people –