ALBANIA LETERSI PROFILI I NJE SHKRIMTARI DHE POETI

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5. Οι «βασιλιάδες» ανεβαίνουν
και κατεβαίvουν απ’ τους θρόνους,
Οι «Βικάριοι» του Μπρέγι
στους ίδιους ρόλους,
μόνον αλλάζουν
τα πανιά τους,
σαν προσωπίδες...

ΟΙ ΒΙΚΑΡΙΟΙ

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Shkëlqen si dhëmbi i bardhë
( të turmbullon bardhësia
e Mermerit )
Poli ndien polin . . . ,
Kujdesja : “ Pemë e Misterit
me frute të kujdesshëm ,
rrëzon në pike
frute për të thithur mushte . . .
Ngjyrimi i bardhë harron
ditën , . . . shekullin :
Gladiatori shfaq syrin
për të mundur Demin !


SKLLAVËRIA E BARDHË

7. It shines like a white tooth
(the whiteness of the marble dazzles you”)
one Pole feels the other Pole…
The care of “The Tree of mysteries”
drips its juices so every drop can be sucked one by one…
The white colour forgets the day…the century:
The gladiator shows his eye to win the Bull!

WHITE SLAVERY!

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7. Λάμπει σαν άσπρο δόντι
(σε θαμπώνει η ασπράδα του Μαρμάρου),
ο Πόλος τον πόλο νιώθει...
Η έγνοια «Δέντρο του μυστηρίου»,
στάζει ο χυμός τους,
να ρουφηχτεί στάλα τη στάλα...
Το άσπρο χρώμα ξεχνά τη μέρα,...
τον αιώνα:
Ο μονομάχος το μάτι δείχνει
τον Ταύρο να νικήσει!
Η ΑΣΠΡΗ ΣΚΛΑΒΙΑ!

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Homeri më ndiqte pas ,
u çudita ,. . .
Kishte dalë papritmas
nga Statuja
e Parlamentit të vjetër ,
Teatri antik u step . . .
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I miri Homer ,
më i mirë
se Perënditë e veta ,
më thirri nga larg :
“ Më prit . . . , ta bëjmë
rrugën bashkë
gjer tek Statujat” . . .
I hutuar mbeta . . .
“ Homeri i mirë më njeh . . .”
thirra.
Më dëgjuan fqinjët ,
kokën ktheva . . .
Homeri ishte rifutur
në statujën e boshuar ,…
Ndriste syri i magjiktë
i veprës . . .

Ë N D Ë R R

20. Homer came behind me
I was puzzled…
So suddenly he came out
of the statue of the old parliament…
The ancient theatre just stepped aside…
Good Homer
The kindest one of all his gods
Shouted to me from afar:
-Wait for me.. wait!
“Together we’ll go on the road
that leads to the statues..”
Iwas surprised for a while…
“Good Homer knows me!…”
I shouted.
The neighbours heard me…
I turned my head round…
Homer had got into
the empty statue again…
The magic eye of the act
shone so brightly…

DREAM

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20. Ο Όμηρος μου’ έρχονταν πίσω μου,
παραξενεύτηκα...
Ανεπάντεχα βγήκε
από τ’ άγαλμα της παλιάς βουλής,
Το αρχαίο θέατρο μέριασε...
Ο καλός Όμηρος
ο πιο καλός από όλους τους θεούς του,
από μακριά μου φώναξε:
«Περίμενέ με..., μαζί
να τραβήξουμε το δρόμο
μέχρι τ’ αγάλματα»...
Ξαφνιάστηκα, για λίγο...
«Ο καλός Όμηρος με γνωρίζει...»
φώναξα.
Οι γειτόνοι μ’ άκουσαν,
το κεφάλι γύρισα...
Ο Όμηρος είχε ξαναμπεί
στο άδειο άγαλμα,
έλαμπε το μαγικό μάτι
του έργου...
ΟΝΕΙΡΟ

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Ku ta kërkoj
ecjen që ma vodhën ?
Teatri antik më hap Udhën.
Nga makinat dalin ZOTAT.
“ I shpëtoj karficës së
PUTHADORËS . . .”
Pjatancës së servirjes
( mbajtur në duar qumështi )
më presin GOTAT ! . . .
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Më mirë dy sy të ndezur
të më “vjedhin” vargun ,
Më mirë një puthje kortezie
të më zgjidhë rrugën;

Vet Bukuria
POETËT i çliron ,
Mos e humbshin kurrë
të FORTLUMTURËN . . .
. . . “ OFELIA përgjigjet ,
e d ë g j o n ? ! . . . “.

S H E M B J E

22. Where can I ask for the stride
the personal stride they stole from me;…
The ancient theatre opens a road to me:
From the cars Gentlemen come out…
“I am released from the brooch
of FLATTERING!…”
On the shallow plate that is served
(that is held by hands white like milk)
the GLASSES await for me!...
Much better are two eyes inflamed
ready “to steal” the verse from me…
Beauty alone frees all the Poets...
Never lose a thing that is happy…
BENEFIT is answering now, do you hear it;

22. Πού να ζητήσω
το βάδισμα που μου’ έκλεψαν;
Το αρχαίο θέατρο μ’ ανοίγει το δρόμο:
Απ’ τα αυτοκίνητα
βγαίνουν οι ΚΥΡΙΟΙ:
«Γλιτώνω απ’ την καρφίτσα
της ΚΟΛΑΚΕΙΑΣ...»
Στο ρηχό πιάτο που σερβίρεται
(που το κρατούν χέρια άσπρα
σαν γάλα)
με περιμένουν τα ΠΟΤΗΡΙΑ!
Πιο καλά είναι
δυο αναμμένα μάτια
να μου «κλέψουν» το στίχο,…
Η Ομορφιά μόνη
τους Ποιητές ελευθερώνει.
Μη χάνετε ποτέ
την πολύ ευτυχισμένη:
« Η ΩΦΕΛΕΙΑ απαντάει,
την ακούς;!»
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1. Orphan
I am bursting like a bubble from enclosed obstinacy
like a bubble of soap I burst…
Here and there thrown a pile
Friendship,
Moments of embracement
With faces turned down
Do they sit these moments
A dring melts.., it loses the name
The name that’s condemned in the very deep darkness!
Tirana 1989

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Ορφάνια

Σκάω από κλεισμένο πείσμα,
σαν μια φουσκαλίδα σαπουνιού σκάω...
Απ’ εδώ απ’ εκεί πεταγμένες
φιλιά,
στιγμές αγκαλιασμένες,
με κατεβασμένο κεφάλι κάθονται.
Λιώνει ένα δακτυλίδι
χάνει το όνομα
στο καταδιωκούμενο σκοτάδι!

Τίρανα 1989

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Il discorso diretto
Il pensiero tagliato come storpio:
“ L’orologio senza lancette
solo con tic-tac rari,
cuore con una aorta
a poco di sangue.
Giorni con le ore addormentate...”
La lontananza non la pua prenderla.
Il spavento “si accarezza” come Matrigna!

Macchia
Nel prato della mia vita
hai messo un vaso di ortensia,
tu stesso con la piccola mano ...
Ma tu stesso l’hai sradicato
che nell’anima profondamente lasciasti
una macchia...

Lontano

Le lacrime mi hai datto
negli occhi di blu...
Vicino al colmo del sole
E caduto una stella ....
dal cielo.

Colpisce IL POLSO DEL DOLORE
nell’orfana campanile...

Il cammino soffre dai nervi,
beve le pastiglie calmanti
Le gradi del dolore si aumentano:
“ In un fiore sdolcinato
petali di speranza ed il fiore ....!”

Il diamante


Lo spirito le mantengo nelle palmi,
lo spirito buccato dal dolore,
con il mio verso abbatto la fantasma...
L’OCCHIO DELLO SPIRITO brilla come diamante!...

Ti...


“ L’accarezza non è nata oggi
come il tempo è troppo ....
Che ti accarezzino significhera:
che ti regalino anche un’altra vita... “

KRIZANTEMË
Lulevjeshta verdhëbardhë
Paradokse hajk dhe epigramim

KRISTAQ F. SHABANI

KRIZANTEMË

(Lulevjeshta verdhëbardhë)

Paradokse hajk dhe epigramim

1. (17 FONEMA-GËRMA)


A, B, C, Ç, D,DH, E ,Ë, F, G, GJ, H, I ,J, K,L, LL

Eh, lulevjeshte,
me dy ngyrime verdhë - bardhë
me një emër që ta nunëzuan

“krizantemë”,
herë e pastër shpirtërisht
e herë xheloze me të dashurin.

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Karafili arratiset nga ceremonia mortore,
ndez cigarin në çakmakun e të ikurit,
Mëngjesi s’i hap dot qepallat, mëngjesi i fikur.

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1.
Tortura kap majën,
Gishtat e hakmarrjes stepen,
tik - taket e orës meken …

2.
Burbuqësia lëshon vetveten
Sipari i një akti çelet…
Fytyra golgoltheane pështyn veten.

3.
Lartësia trëmbet nga maksimaliteti
gremis konstrukti shkallinat,
I pari i vendit humbet emblemën.

4.
Ekuilibri çekuilibrohet,
I merren tërësisht mendt,
Paraliza shtrin krahë kockorë.

5.
Lutet në një altar shenjti,
befas mjegulla lëshohet marrëzisht,
harron ëndrrat dhe vetë Altarin.

KRISTAQ F. SHABANI

Chrysanthemum
(Yellow-white chrysanthemum)


Paradoxes hajk and epigram

1. (17 phonemes-letters)


A, B, C, Ç, D,DH, E ,Ë, F, G, GJ, H, I ,J, K,L, LL


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The sweet William escapes from the funeral,
Lights the cigarette with the light of the runaway,
The dawn cannot open the eyelids, the extinguished dawn.

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