English to German Art/Literary Poetry & Literature

The rain was picking up. Above her head, a hoarding of red and white canvas obscured one wing of the charred facade. It was advertising a soft drink. Life your life, it urged. An elder tree was growing from the fissure in the granite stair, pushing its fruit towards the night sky in *palmfuls of dark beads*.

Someone in this city must have his telephone number, she thought. ...