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©️/ the absurdity of a moment
Reald Keta, Something is missing, Tiranë
I am an orphan
I walk through the Amazons
I drank from wolf’s blood
They putted me inside a heart,
full of poetry
When, at the leafs,
we see a white mark,
we run in that direction
to take her.
Anyhow.
We couldn’t embrace her.
As poets,
full of grieving desires,
to drink pure and clean air
we cried her body…
mother light.
A woman’s delicacy, Silvi Mema, Tiranë
Some parfume with a lemon’s fragrance
A dress as big as Platon,
Some lipstick from the colors of roses
A beautiful charm, fading like a candle
A pair of nice shoes, gold one.
In high heals, with elegance
A golden bijou
With eyes like an olive tree.
Beautiful lips
make you feel hungry.
Hands, like silk
who wasn’t touch from those hands
and didn’t felt the burn?!
A pure soul just like
a clean and dark universe
A beautiful mind in search for a why.
A deep love, which is born inside,
It’s nothing more that
the portrait of a woman.
Alketa Maksuti, Tiranë
You, me
If you suffer to the bone,
bones are there to make you feel alive,
If you suffer deeply
you are going to take the power
nobody else exept
yourself
I see you
see me suffering
with pain
You walk in the streets
With a crying song in your mouth
You passing by the street
You suffer
you suffer so much
I see you looking at me
Nobody is part of your people
anymore
Only pain and difference are together
with me and you
Life is so boring
When I cannot see you
When you cannot see me
So sad,
second after second I understand
every minute of life finishing
.
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