19 qershor 2008

«refren përballë portretit tënd»

fytyra jote në plan të parë
e skuqur nga një dritë dosido
dhe terri i frikshëm në sfond
hyjnë në qetësinë e syve të mi
ku pasqyrohet një dritë e zbehtë ekrani
dhe zgjohet një tjetër terr

kumbon terri ku kumton kujtimi:
një dashuri e njohur së largu
një ngrohtësi e ndier së paku
një fjalë që duke e pritur më mpaku
dhe një dorë hedhur supit,
e një palë sy
e një palë buzë,
që dot s'i pata kur ftohej nata,
që sot i shoh përtej një ekrani të sheshtë
përtej një drite të zbehtë
me zemër të lodhur
me sy të përlotur

11 qershor 2008

«midnight storms and sanguine morns»

I watch the lumbering night made day by lightning
fresh and leafed branches cracking
swaying with the winds and then snapping
falling on moist grasses
their fall slowed by leaf-parachutes
then hastened again by torrents
chopped in pieces of droplets
hurrying toward the ground
with the fresh and green companions
they seize and impound

'tis the morning alone that reveals it all
the aftermath of winds and rainfall
with leafy branches heaved and tossed asunder
with trunks uprooted, their heads regretting
their growth, their blunder
the pride and spurt that brought them under

and I drive through this vegetating maze
refreshed by dews
and choked by the morning haze
my hands at ten and two
my eyes that look afar
awakened too early, still seeing the last star:
mighty Aphrodite lighting my morn
perhaps reminding the trees and me
that all is not forlorn

08 qershor 2008

«internal, unfinished mêlée»

i fuck my way through sluts and whores
to find my way to you
and in my quest i look for more:
to find what's false,
and even more, what's true

i am a lover made a hater,
madder than a hatter,
with bouts of sanity bursting forth
and ebbing when thoughts of love
do cross my path

and i cross my Ts on paper
and dot my eyes
with pearly tears
and find myself with new faces
wrinkled by memories
and tainted by smears
of words that never vibrated within my ears

04 qershor 2008

«as in happy» [or «echoing Rufus»]

I could listen to you all night
talk about this and that
and everything and nothing in between
and forsake all notes from do to do
I could brim with your scent all night
and not exchange it for the mellow yellow pollen
of orange and jasmine blossoms
I could taste your kiss all night
and with its flavour in my palate
feel the sweetness of
acacia and linden honeys fade away insipidly
I could hold you next to me all night
and feel your warmth
escape within my body
and therein light fires
warmer than December embers
And I could look at you all night
and think of nothing but seeing you all day
in all your splendour,
with all you have
that makes me gay
(as in happy)