Translated from Albanian to English: Peter M. Tase
1- Autumn in TiranaAutumn,
In Tirana that is lost in water creeks,
Through extended water drips in the windows of crystals,
In the abandoned benches from all this unrest
In the naked trees all the way to forgiveness.
Even its returning tears of meditation instants,
Forgotten old romances in memory,
Returning painfully in the soft spirits
Yellow paper, of my diary.
In Tirana of the earlier steps,
Of a bench that is always naked with green flowers,
Of the last glass dropped through ridges
Pieces of lips, skies of love
And longing for passed times,
For the deeming of light in the white soul,
For the life thrown away through angles of reflections,
For the abandoned leaves from all this demise.
And traces in every heart beat
For her…for someone…for love,
Of after times that are knocked in so much noise
…and of autumn, e melancholic pentagram.
2- You were lost…You were lost completely unexpectedly in the intersection of roads,
not even green lights with the colors of poets
you were lost through the clouds of thoughts
dissolved after the suffering screams of soul.
You were lost in the rainbows that wait colors
Infinitely prisms of the sky that is broken
In the broken wings creeks of seagulls
From waterfalls that descend through thousands of dances
A twist of clouds and much dew.
You were lost in the stars a thunderstorm of the west
Dreams that are meek on angel looking wings
A phantasm of peaks that touch fantasy
Of fiery loves,
That darkness suffers.
You were lost deeply in the sea’s blue color
And through tornadoes that shake lives
A tip of the iceberg that touch the blueness
…And of fates,
Beliefs of desires that are sinful to anyone
You were lost in the first depth of winter
Icebergs of feelings frozen in the park,
…decorating the childish life without luck
And the cold is frightened with sadness.
You were lost deeply in view
From eyes that touch endless horizons,
Eyebrows that are tired from the days of waiting
And the last tears
Glassy crystal washed by sadness.
Lost misunderstanding a life of abandonment
Of scenarios of symphony of pain
Of times that have gone swiftly without notice
Turbulent over feelings
Living under worry
You were lost in the shelves of writing books
And of the ink that is erased from this forgiveness
Waves of words burned in passions
Waves of words burned in love.