You have love for everything and for everyone who doesn’t betray you. In your elephant memory everyone has space forever, few had the size to grow out of it – but everyone was allowed to.
You have love for Niki de Saint-Phalle. Ever since you visited Lorenz in hospital, you’ve been amazed by her lush, colourful works. Only gradually did I realise what fascinated you about them: female greatness in freedom.
Lorenz stayed in hospital, but you went home with Niki. For a long time, I didn’t realise how colourful your ideas are and I overlooked your longing for freedom. You want to grow, to stand tall without having to be tall. And you did. Obligation is revolting to you, little daughter of the sea.
You have love for the game you kill. Your shot hits if you want to, but you don’t really want to. You love life and especially the life of others, little daughter of the forest.
You have grown. It has hurt, but you are big now. You have risen with wings, high into freedom, all the way. No more must, only may.
I love you, little daughter of the wind.