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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


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The News: Lack of Love

The News: Lack of Love

We couldn’t read the news, nor decode a word
Nor the cries and prayers among the relics of hearts
I didn’t understand why freedom couldn’t taste Albanian
I couldn’t believe that we started hurting animals

And I committed suicide because I believed, wanted to breath
Me, or…repeatedly my shadow, or someone else
Those, I gave a hand and received poison and bullets; rusty words and iron
We were killing; bloody hands remained above the hell of love

Letters and verses torture unstoppable dormant conscience
The kind of people who soaked homeland, faith and soul of forefathers
Bloody infant of tears that don’t dry squirms yet today
And we remain orphans of love on the roads of the world

I don’t want to believe in animalistic nation that suffers from misdemeanor offenses
And, I don’t know why I hang myself through the pathetic hope of remake
What kind of damnation sucks the tired pieces of motherland cells?!
On behalf of who would be said my self-hanging, if there still exists tomorrow!

Pause of self-hanging through the national romanticism is like a homeland without love
Man, only fragile fiction of broken dream as ancient mosaic,
Oh, I need a pause to inhale tobacco smoke,
To not believe that we are hurting animals, oh my Lord...!


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Correspondence

Correspondence

 
...in Kosova, instead of my dream, I found a grave in which I place flowers every weekend ... 

Islam Morina

(A friend who went back from Denmark in Kosovo immediately after the war on 1999 to find his girlfriend who was shot dead by Serb military machine) 

 

If you remember Kosovo and graves
Albanian immigrant spirit closes into loneliness
And I bite the pain in white letter

 
You my young friend
Do not ask for the photo of the murdered childhood
Do not daub the wound of a resurrected muse

 
Measure the sunset with a first step
Do not promise flowers to the spring
Kiss the cold soil of my homeland

 And do not seek for love even within the books


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Monologue of loneliness

Monologue of loneliness

 

Do I still look like a man my dearest?
When I seek a bit of life and soul prays into orphan seasons


Could you paint the light of my eyes that parch?
Why you remake my soul in the loneliness of monotone mosaic?

 
Can you touch a light or the sun above my black darkness?
I try to hide the pain and you plant only love

 
Do I look like a shadow or a ghost when I suffer and breathe Albanian?
I cry and smile, fall and wound, but love over and over again


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The dream Pegasus

The dream Pegasus


 
Tonight my eyes do not make and feel the light
As a century of re crucifixion
To ride Pegasus in a injured dream

 
Muse comes on as bride without veil
In distress I close even the pipe- hole of the soul
the flavor of pain does not ruin the spring on Olympus

 
Oh remained the space that do not violate from anyone
Sacrifice of blue rhapsody in a autumn lethargy
Painful prelude to the contract with God

 
Tonight I want to suffer until the bone
Albanian cardiac vein to screech and sing through the Illyricum
Infinitely to love and never hate

 
And what about if I die asleep from fatigue
Does it matter why crutch fate in survival suffers bruises
Zeus heart do break where we planting and harvesting tears and nostalgia

 
Slave to love in feuds of this anti life
Captive of goodness above pantheon of a concrete symphony
on your wings bring me to kiss Hestia Pegasus 


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Amazing Story Of Love And Adaption

Back in 2007,
In Albania a wolf and a donkey were held in a cage
A villager had the idea of putting a live donkey in the cage 
With the wolf to be eaten
Instead, the wolf and donkey became friends
They did not attack each other, they forged a relationship
They even cuddled
Their companionship kicked off a flurry of media coverage
After several international petitions, the Albanian government
stepped in and released both animals.
Once they were both released
The wolf returned to the wild
and the donkey lived out the rest of his days in green pasture
The villagers were stunned by the bond that these two animals shared
In fact, they said, the wolf even returned from time to time to see the donkey 
Now that is one heart warming story of animal friendship
Nature can be pretty amazing
We have much to learn from them
In quiet observance, there is much to be attained 
If we open our hearts and our eyes, 
xxx

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Give Peace A Chance Part 1

Like the twelfth
juror in the play
I must say I am not
convinced
For I know a recipe
for trouble 
I have seen the
double standards
And I do not approve
this for Kenya
I will never approve
it, and neither
Would you, dear
friend of Kenya
If you saw what I
most clearly see, 
For you, too, know a
recipe for ire
That promptly
transforms into dire
Consequences for
those unwary
Of the machinations
of self-interest

These are myriad,
the machinations  
And Africa is
totally unprepared
Just like South
America for
centuries
For we have
forgotten the real
heroes
And think our
enemies are they who
bled
To free Africa, for
in our minds they
looted
A few inches of our
land for their
kinsmen
A current
unforgivable outrage
indeed 

And yet there were
those of Africa
Who, routinely,
betrayed our
struggle 
To rid Africa of
colossal colonial
vestiges
These we have
forgiven and moved
on
For ‘tis not right
that we should be
stuck
In a time-warp or
worse through
ineptitude 

Now we have
‘liberators’ who
daily oppress
Erstwhile liberators
in the hope of
usurping
The liberation
struggle and
supplanting it 
With a breed that
totally ignores the
history
That was written
with the blood of
our people.

 For them, the
ultimate sacrifice, 
Deserving the
ultimate accolade
Is this deformed
limb of yesterday
Not the sixty plus
years of servitude
I shudder at the
thought, I do, I do
Brother, for I know
full well the truth
It is not to be
found in this lie,
this lie
I say, it cannot be
found here, no!
We are busy
negotiating the
truth
For we know not what
the truth is
And the more we
negotiate 
The further we get
from it
The more we seek
assurance 
The less certain we
get, brother
I can see that,
brother, I can see
And so can you,
brother, if you look

If you look inward
and seek the truth

You cannot negotiate
the truth with
strangers
You cannot seek
retribution through
strangers
For, strange though
it sounds,
encouragement 
From outsiders has
an outside chance of
success
If it undermines the
inside view, the
local input
I see that happening
here, my brother, I
see it
And I’m saddened,
for I wish it were
not so
I long for a
permanent
understanding
A permanent truce, a
permanent pact
And this can only
come from within
Not from without,
never, never! 
 
What have we learned
from the Middle East
conflict?
What have we learned
from the Congo
conflicts?
What have we learned
from the Iraq
conflict?
What have we learned
from global
conflicts?

Nothing? And so the
conflicts continue!
Learn something and
dissolve your ire
In a locally brewed
long-term quencher
That the communities
involved can own
And claim to have-
as the only solution
With local
mechanisms of
enforcement
And universally
acceptable local
censure

The Hague process is
a poor remedy 
For a supposed
conflict that did
not exist
A swift sweep of
dirt under the
carpet
Of politics, power,
greed, retribution
By the very
protagonists who
will fuel
Future conflicts in
the same zone, yes,
I do not claim to
know all or even
most
But this I do know,
we are all watching
Our kinsmen dancing
on a volcano!
And the world will
say, as it has
always,
That this is savage
Africa at work as
usual
Yet I know and you
know that it is not.

It took Europe over
a hundred years
To settle down, nay,
longer, much so
For when was it that
Napoleon reigned
And Bismark sought
to annex France			
And Adolf Hitler
thought he was God?
In the 19th century
Europe experienced
Twenty one revolts
and uprisings
And twenty six full
blown wars
From the Irish
Rebellion of 1803
To the Greco-Turkish
War of 1897

The twelve year
Napoleonic Wars 
The Serbian
uprisings 
The Russo-Persian
wars
French invasion of
Spain 
The War of the
Malcontents 
The Russo-Turkish
and Liberal Wars
The Tithe War, the
Albanian Revolts 
The Galisian
Slaughter, the
Carlist Wars
The Albanian
Revolts, the Mahtra
War,
The Hungarian
Revolutionary War of
Independence
The sixteen year
Wars of Italian
Independence
The Schleswig Wars,
the Crimean War
The Epirus and
Cretan Revolts
The Austro-Prussian
War
The Franco-Prussian
War
The Russo–Turkish
War 
The Greco–Turkish
War
The Serbo-Bulgarian
War
The Cod (not Cold)
War
What kind of war did
they not fight?
Is it not by the
Grace of God
That they can claim
European unity
And play football in
the same league






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Pretty

Walking 
down the street
i saw you again
blue eyes
dark hear
little tan
calm
peaceful aura
heavenly smile
gorgeous
divine
part albanian
part german
part african-american
part jew
god
is great
because
of you...




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To Your Majesty, One Big....

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Ayam - Malay, Kylling - Norwegian, ???? - Persian, Kurczak - Polish, Pui - Romanian, 
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