Tomorrow

Tomorrow If tomorrow I’ll be late for a coffee to "The Greek" Do not wait Above Olympus of pain I make portrait of Mother In the loneliness I knit nostalgic mosaic of Father's To the Children we build together the statue of longing Let we kiss a lot Grandmother but not let us kill the exile If after tomorrow I will be absent for cappuccino to "The Italian" Wait me a bit To save desperation about homeland I will ride crazy within Dante’s circles While daughter of Tyro’s King wound words from haven Kills me every day and Kosovo in daylight If today again I’ll not come to “The new club” Don’t think that I don’t want But there are gossips, rumors and fog And I pray for everyone, even for those who only speak Albanian Wait me to the field of the church where our childhood suffering To make toast of tears; why we haven’t had the beautiful youth age