Raimonda Moisiu (Albania-USA)

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Raimonda Moisiu (Albania- USA)

President of Albanian American Writers Association (AAWA)

Raimonda Moisiu was born, on February, 21st, 1957, in Korca city, Albania,-resident in Hartford, Capital of Connecticut State ,(CT) USA.She studied for English Linguistics & Literature,at University of Tirana,Albania.After, she performed the learnings, she worked as an english teacher,for 19 years-till she left homeland and immigrated to USA.Friendliness of art and literature have made a very productive author.She’s published till now eleven books in prose, publicity and poetry and she is co-author in eight national and international antologies. Her literature contribution is awarded with some prices in journalism, poetry and prose!

Friendliness of art and literature have been made her a very productive author.Also she is reporter of albanian-american papers, in USA,"Illyria" and albanian press, in Albania, " Tirana Observer","Panorama", "Ndryshe",'Gazeta Kritika" on line, "Fjala e Lire", London, "Albanian Mail", in London, Kosovo and albanian website on line...

Now she is writing a novel titled “ Not telling to anyone!”, and and in advance she is publishing it. Also soon she is publishing the Second book with INTERVIEWS of distinguished people across the Atlantic, and a book with Essays and literary critics.  She speaks and writes fluently Albanian, English, Russian, French, Italian and some Greek and Spanish.

I can’t anymore...

Every day I see women violated,  raped,

abandoned

like cadavers floating on the waters

off sinking boat,

thrown away from the bed of flash greed,

passion, bloody drops.

My feeling the same,as if swiming to death,

As if going through Scribes and Caribes,

To meet the duels with the sea beasts.

I feel the cracks and bites in my body,

all painful!

Wondering:bringing me to the eternal silence,

To burial place!

Feeling every day losing my energy,

Like quivering candle to survive its light,

in the face of the wind and darkness of violence.

Oh Lord!I only wish I had power !

I can’t anymore…

endure the deceiving words,

sweeping away my body‘s desires,

and the depth of my secrets….

How shocking is this fear,

rocking my eyes!

I can’y anymore ..

enjoy the birds tweet,

the children sing across streets.

Want to breathe, to feel wind’s breeze,

coming from the deep breathings,

of the spreading scent of sweet basils.

I feel everything burning deep in my heart,

around my name.

Want to get rid of deception of

the dark oasis of love’s betrayers,

of streams of promises,

that beautify the bed of deception.

I can’t anymore!

Tweet ...

In the gloomy space  of my own bed ‘s virginity,

In the whitness of chilly sheets,

Me, this calm and lonely bird,

Sometimes crouching aside,

sometimes at the bottom,

I’ve forgotten  tweeting….

Want,

Starting up with the force of blood,

Want,

Flying off,  far away the cold cage,

Want,

Forgetting that I am the slave of the blind ‘guardian”

Named; LONELINESS!

 Want,

Breathing the air, breeze,

Want,

Starting happily the tweet,

as being madly  in love,

and flying off!

Want,

With the music of birds,

Chirping,

and disengaged of  my beloved one,

Saying:”I love you!”

With the warble of desires,

Like  the tears of the spring morning sun,

Building up the bridge of the truth,

Arousing the sleepy flowers,

The wall of the feminine fiery tropic,

Growing beautiful the silken petals, and

The fragrance of lilies!

Want,

The sweet caress  of my eager lips,

Just for a kiss!

The chaped ones, like the crevices in desert lands,

Feeding with fresh milk,

As suckling baby  at  mom’s breast,

The honey-sweetness of springy herbs!

Setu, October 2018