LEFTER SHOMO - ALBANIA
BLOSSOMS OF NOSTALGIA
Yesterday l was searching through my years..
Years that were burning like a furnace..
Hidden in the snow they were..
And like ice they have become..
I wandered about at dusk..
With my eyes full of dreams..
Everything looked at me suspiciously..
And was indifferent as a stranger to me..
I went to the old hangouts
That l was once used to..
Everyone looked at me in a frozen manner
They had excluded me outside from their
world..
I embraced my home places
And kissed the familiar roads and paths..
I sharpened my memories
That have become such rebels to me..
Love-affairs, friends, are lost,
In the bowels of this world..
Flowers that have withered away
In the gardens of my dreams..
I went to the places of the heart
Where l once took your kiss..
And the stones became an embrace to me
And a dear caress to your prayer..
Shivering l went and sat
At the desks of education
Bitter-sweet did l pluck
The blossoms of nostalgia...
Through yesterday
l searched for the years
And across my mind l've just brought them
again..
They have become birds and have flown away..
In clouds of carbon and soot..
My memory doesn't move..
It just stands and makes a wonderful party..
It hurts, it throbs, it cries its heart out,
it enjoys,
Everything on the staircase of Youth!
(Translated by Vasiliki Kalahani)
THE GRAPE HARVEST OF SENSATIONAL LOVE
You gather me grape by grape
Αnd you squeeze me like grape must
that foams and becomes mature in sensational
Love..
In the warmth of the senses it just bursts out
It becomes a ladder of the wind to me
And the dizziness of the wine..
You just suck me drop by drop
and you enjoy me in your moments of personal
preference..
Inside passion you make me so dizzy and you
melt me again and again ..
ln the good old wine of voluptousness you
mould and give me shapes..
In the sprint of your current
and in the desire of yours
that is so bold and strong
my Love..
(Translated by Vasiliki Kalahani)
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A LITTLE BOAT IS MY HEART
My heart is a sponge
that lives in the plankton of calmness..
It sucks and drains its waters
and mitigates the serum of balance..
My heart is a little boat
that floats on open-seas of no wind..
But my joy will become a tsunami
if the winds of injustice blow fiercely in it..
My heart is a little horse
That goes uphill and pulls weight..
As oestrus sticks on its ears
How it foams, snorts and kicks!
A minefield is my heart
Like the guardian of peace and tranquility..
But whoever trespasses its boundaries..
In an explosion he will come in
As l protest!
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