

BudapestBudapestBudapest
stërgjyshes, Jolanda
Atje ku rrënjët kanë të njëjtin emër, e qielli ndryshon me një shpirt të vetëm. Danubi po të ndan në errësirë, dhe dritat po leshohen si kupë qiellore posht


Vjeshte e ftohteVjeshtë e ftohtëVjeshte e ftohte
Një shi i turbullt e i lagësht më ftoh si poli i veriut e shpirtin ma zhvesh lakuriq
Një gjethe vjeshte e tetorit e prek me këmbë edhe ftohjen e gjethit nga ky shi po e ndjej
Një vajzë syjeshil e desha me plot afsh edhe kur binte shi unë e vështroja atë plot hijeshi
Pamja e saj më dehte, më shponte thellë këtu në gji zemrën ma merrte netëve të kthjellta me borë
Shi i turbullt, gati mel


Poet paints his feelings withThe poet paints his feelings with holy artPoet paints his feelings with
Why don't you help me?
You will ask: help you with what?
I believe I need your help,
Please, help me dream
Feel; love deeply
You alone can help me
Don't be surprised when I say so
When all this stagnant vacuum
In my soul will go away if you help me
I want to hug the whole lake
And everything beautiful and blue
I want to see with my eyes
And then, with a poetic ship
With the color of the soul &


MomentMomentMoment
I see how gracefully you smoke
And the foggy image the smoke creates on you
Then, with the delicate movement of your eyebrows
You give a warm feeling to the soul
And every time I see you, I smile.
What can I call you?
A little angel breathing
Knitting a blanket with the color
of a blue rose
The sight overwhelms me
And feeds me with sweets
Endless sweetness you are making me feel deeply
From the beginning of my soul to the end of it &nbs
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