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Sinan Vaka (Albania)
Member
of Board of International Poetical Galaxy ATUNIS
Sinan
Vaka was born in P├лrmet in 1956. He is a poet, writer and translator of Italian
language. From 1993 to 2008 he lived in the province of Cremona, Italy, where
he was also the winner of the First Prize "A Lodi vecchio". The poet
and translator Sinan Vaka wanders through the labyrinths of a bright literary
age, has wandered and revived through their lighthearted, melted and indexed
with the art and the magic brought about and with full consciousness and the
weight of intellectual conscience gave the phonetics of his letters to the
widest discernment and the reverberation of his poetry.
He is
the author of literary works:
1. Nostalgia of the Southeast.
2.
Abandoned Road
3. Anthology
of Italian Poetry (translation)
My condemnation
Hidden
eyes looking out of the temptation,
Across
my thoughts my condemnation is lifted up.
Drink
the poisonous cup of your graces,
Therefore
as the wicked I swear for the lips in blossom,
My eyes
filled with tears,
Make me
feel hopeless.
The
devils appear in the depths of anxiety,
As a
sad song, as a melodious germ...
The
tempting eyelashes move the anguish
From my
frozen blood,
But my
tired soul is on the run.
The
truth is alive even when the faith is lost,
There
is no reason why today looks like tomorrow's research
And
staring at the crowd of clouds in the sky where the spirits lie...
The
hope makes me feel alive,
Because
they do not rush their own gods without touching them,
And so
evil repents for the guilt I wait.
Memory
I do
not want a moment to appear to me,
Your
vision that never warms me,
The
fate decided, or is the casualty,
My soul
trembling even now that I am a man.
Everything
has been spotted, time is gray dust,
For
years on every thread has thrown you,
And
perhaps what was tempting in the youth,
You've
hidden it with your own tricks.
But the
distances I rip into memory,
And
still remain unanswered
What
happened to us, or was it timidity,
That
you remained silent as well.
Spring Lyrics
Spring
naturally in silence
The
green carpet will throw,
Her
superfluous smile,
Will
shine like the sun for everyone?
And I
do not know why the color of Zephyr
That
blue color gives to your eyes,
It
gives to me the vibrations of a drunk,
Or does
it have the same meaning for both of us?
Shivering
embraces you after silence,
I feel
it in your turbulence,
It is a
time to pardon her,
I know
my soul fools you!
Gray
Antique
fever of pains,
Brings
me to the shadow of icy demons.
The
wind of nostalgia in me does not blow,
From
the cold night of your escape.
My
voice in silence cries.
My mind
is the house of doubts
And we
look like the devils of an infantile play,
Condemned
to cross over the bridges of despair.
The
late mercy is a lie.
In my
futility the ideas are fading.
One day
I will rethink peace
Despite
the emigrant gray of my mind.
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