I resemble my greatgreatgreatgranddaughter.
Just like her, I like to
wear black dresses,
watch old movies
and walk barefoot - on those few roads
where it is still possible.
I do not know very much about her.
The glass of time is covered with dust on both sides,
yet some semblance can be discerned:
just like me, she is not afraid of the dark
and does not know how to look happy.
The language she speaks I cannot hear
or don't understand.
Who said I had a strange look in my eyes?
I am an old and smoky mirror
into which my greatgreatgreatgranddaughter
looked for a very long time this morning.

Translation by Ieva Lešinska