"Jemi të gjithë ëngjëj..."

dedicate each-others’ lives;


They think they wear the golden necklace,


While on their throats


they fasten the noose.





O fate of the world,

3.
Pain





In the shadow a silhouette,


An attempted assassin


without a pistol,


Tracks the passers-by of the night,


To kill the others’ honor,


To kill her own honor.


The night whispers:


Spy

POEMS





1. On the Crossroad





Now I don’t know


yet
have I descend within myself





Or I have gone out of it





With one more tear


I have taken this road


To get there once


Without getting old from waiting





On the crossroad


From where I ’m being chased thro ugh
wrinkles


That the longing steadily increases them





New I don’t know


Have I gone out myself


Or I’m closed in it

2. I’m Undressing the Nightgown





From where in this white room


Barricades
made of cats’ nails


At the Studio starts to drip the sadness





The blood my first neighbor woke me again


From the winter sleep of tanned skin


To continue my travel through landscape





Which was stopped here many centuries ago


Unfinished drawing in black canvas


To undress the nightgown





The
silence to turn into a candle I wonder


To go out of the wall that walls me.

Thirsty


While I was painting your portrait


A tear mixed the colors





The glass is dry





A tear of pain


Love of color


Was absorbed by canvas








The glass is broken








While I felt your presence


A tear is mixing colors


Where is your poor portrait





I wonder, what happened with thirsty.

4.
Tomorrow I’ Il die





Tomorrow I’ Il die


If you
say so


With the morning’s goodbye


I’ll
take the goodness of life


And with the newspapers





Latest news


Then the greetings of the books on the shelf


I’ Il take by myself with the pain of soul


Tomorrow I’ Il take the death with myself

The first Event


Burning In Flames





A map of my blood


Compiled with pains


Wrinkled face through the Time


Your portrait (dis) appeared in centuries


Freedom My pure craving


Burnt color in painting


While melting in flames


My soul in eternity


In expectation


With a broken whispering.

4. Agron Shele





1. MY MUSE





My muse!


What beauty do you hide within twilights?


What dreams you gave birth to beyond the forest glades?


What songs did you sing
in the deep gorges?


What rays do you seek in the gloomy evenings?


My muse!


I stand at the silent crag.


Beat the silence through the eternity absorbed.


I see everywhere the old sunset


Everywhere appears dawn revived.





My muse!


The years and the grey
hair like the mountain crests,


brightening under the hidden fogs.


The spirit carved
by the thin pen,


Trembling, breaking, far away in the remote places





My muse!


I wonder, did you come
as a curse


Or as a
play played dizzily


I see the eyes of the
girl hidden


And the tears transformed into an emerald.





My muse!


Like a holy soul impels
induces neglect forgetfulness


Why poets we became in
the morning


Under the vagrant step
the day passes by


In our apparitions life

2. Poetry


My dreams remained there,


Like thousand of
icebergs in the boundless ocean


My mind penetrates
beyond in the skies.


In other skies,
journeys of poetry.





My dreams remained
there,


In the vernal nights,
full of stars.


Words that cause the
soul shiver


And weaved the magic
linen


My dreams remained there,


like the morning light.


With the yearning of
autumn


And the drops of rain,
melancholy.


My dreams remained
there


Over the archs of rainbows,
with meaningful colors.


The lucky day , hope
and merriment,


arched paths of
poetries.

3. Në Olimp vendoset drejtësia





Zeus promised the
eternal justice,


hidden,


stopped for many
centuries





Sinners caught the
sinners


the holiest of presents
for the terrible “Had“





Everywhere
supporters applauded absurdity(insanity)


And everywhere they
tightened chains of innocence.

4. APOCALYPSE





For the heart,


wondered everywhere the
cursers . . .


but, alas, the
ill-fated,


could not force it out of the soul.

5. monastery





Bells rang again
. . .


Again someone has
passed away!


The last words, the only ones . . .


All remained at the
monastery.

6. COHESION





Indeed!


How close we were
yesterday!


Incredible!


How far we are today!


***

7. BY THE LAKE





The autumn forgot you, O
Lake, not I.


I came near you as always,


Barefoot


To feel your moisture.





The waves flow under the feet,


They twist and gossip;


Then turn away again


Melt
away into the deep abysses.





The swallows flew away


People went away too,


Only the songs of the gulls


And my solitary steps


(The memory is written in
the shapes of papyruses,


To refresh the past
memory….).





Lengthy exhausted waves,


Twilight over your glass,


Shiny, cut stripes,


Thoughts that set out to
route,


Thoughts that never stay at
a place…

8. RETURN





I cursed the rain for the
expelled dream,


The sleepy eyes sought your
hair,


The smile,


Negligent steps.


Your shadow melted in the
dalayed night.





I sought you everywhere


throughout the tracks of life,


You lost somewhere...,


Where...?


Perhaps into my yearning.


You silently took refuge.

5. Majlinda Shabani (Aleksandra)








“ Sculpture of desire in the
manouvring sky”







1. Fading in the sharp memory







The night has lowered its eyelids


Darkness everywhere


Under the black cloak


Everything


Thought wanders everywhere


like an emigrant,


as it seeks


to find itself;