Does Leimo Really Work

When the child was a child,
he went with his arms hanging,
wanted the brook was a river,
the river a torrent
and this puddle, the sea.

When the child was a child,
did not know was a child, for him

everyone has a soul and all souls were one.

When the child was a child, had nothing on
review, had not
habits,
often sat cross-legged,
and suddenly slipped away,
had a whirlwind in my hair and did
faces as a photographer.

Peter Handke