Enkelejda Masseboeuf Kondi

1-Me

Sitting alone by the shore
As the sun sets, I gaze at the small boats
bobbing up and down. . .
Through the sea waves as they search shelter
Just as I do!
I gaze at them from afar, alone
And feel nostalgia for the days and years lost
In the tides of life and there is no way back
I am not from here, but from other coasts
I am from the forests where the water flows in intricate times I am the stone that seeks its roots

Blood from distant seas flows in my veins.
I see there, far away, on foot, my future
O, my innocent future
With solid limits, it awaits
Signs of fragile autumn.

2-Where are you?

Give me a sign
Your sky where yesterday I walked
In the clouds above your head
But close to the heart…
where I left my trace.
Where are you?

A word from yours tears my solitude And wraps me with the arms of longing Where are you?

A concealed tear, suspended,
At once ardent, cold, icy . . .
Give me your hand,
Kiss me in dreams,
Take me to bed for a few moments Leave your fervor hook into my skin Where are you?

Perhaps you read my thoughts
And carve my portrait in your heart Perhaps I am your sob in silent evenings.

3-Froast …

I am the weeping of your evenings…
I have forgotten you…
One day, when you recall that I am missing When in the mornings as you awake
And thoughts of me have been deleted when your inspiration sleeps in my bed Call for me. . .
I will be there in sorrow’s verses.
When reflections on the day are not the same
And your smile has frozen on your lips,
When your fingers do not slip into my being anymore Know it!
You have forgotten me, you have lost me . . .
And I have forgotten you.

4-The stranger

There and here
With two lands, without land
With two homelands, without homeland Throughout the ages, the years
Run madly,
and your feet did not touch the ground.. . Two skies, no heaven
The night follows you behind
The day crosswise fades away after you But the whole world is heated by one Sun There a stranger, here a stranger
The heart burnt from longing
A life with the destiny enraged
There and here. .

5-To autumn

I sing to my autumn
With gold-plated soul
Auburn eyelashes
Aquarelle of endless colours
With the mascara of days embellished I kiss the tepid lips of autumn
And pour like a torrential rain on thoughts
The love
I let to sleep on the uncovered shoulders of the evening And I closed the pages of this diary
In collections of albums, seasons
In the face of bare trees
Autumn,with you I am in love.

6-A far light

There and here
with two lands, without land
with two homelands, without homeland…

To Albania

I am tempted before you
By the grace of your age-long red and black dress
I am tempted before your splendour,
I am tempted Mine, sweet until death,
Albania
Even the tear gets tempted when it falls before you And gets no permit when it falls down from the eye Today even my heart is tempted
When for you it writes longing verses
I am tempted even by the sight of longing lava Whenever I fly above your mountains
I feel such craving when I come towards you
Your mothering breasts await me
The gates of your heart keep being open for me
I am tempted when I think
That you keep a place right there for me
I am tempted and I tell it to you with all my heart
I love you endlessly, ALBANIA!

7-Walls of silence…

I broke down the walls of silence
That had for so long enslaved my thoughts
I relieved the lungs of memory from sorrows
And to my heart gave wings through brittle flights
I gave strength to my dream
That in the winter had slept in the retina of longing eyes
For so long my brain had wandered through streets of no return
Medalion around the altered neck of time
And sweetly kissed the smooth sides of my love
I sang the song of happiness . . .
In the mornings, in the empty streets
My eyes were hotly kissed by evening . . .
The past remained nostalgia, a silent relict
A neverending mystery, the future.

8-You

You will remain the undried tear in the corner of the eye The denied smile upon the lips
The refrain of the song without the eternal refrain
The heart-ached that runs like a river
You will remain the eternal winter
The spring in April, there in the park
The sweet kiss on my lips
The volcano that errupted then died out in my blood You will remain the calendar with unchanging pages Through my memories you will crouch
Hidden, maybe behind a word or verse
When the wave of longing sweeps over me.
That is how you will remain to me!!

9-Tear is a woman

Tear is a woman,
A small compass that slips like an avalanche From the corner of the eye
Spiritual warmth, expression of feeling.
But of joy, too.
Tear is a woman
An adornment of the soul
The tear has no name, the tear has a heart The tear is a woman, day or night…
The tear has no time, I am a tear
I am a woman .

10-Near and far

A fleshy hug
the rotation of the Earth
in the iron arms of longing.
Stubborn muse this evening,
with pale gaze across the streets with dead-end of thoughts.
Between earth, longing and this evening,
In the midst of the bloody silence that has stealthily overwhelmed me,
a false aura of faint stars is scattered,
Near and far,
Far and near.

11-New york

I wandered in your roads, Looking forward to this moment, New York, New York …
With one look I wrapped my arms around the Statue of Liberty, With an autumn or winter eve hug,
With the desire to have it with me,
To never forget it.
I walked in the Central Park
And I looked for those sensations that fulfill my dream.
In a total abandonment and with a calm spirit
I walked in this place unknown to me,
Happy, even though I do not speak the language around me.
I walked and got tired until late, Until midnight,
Until I fell asleep in the yellow cab.
It is late,
Good night, New York!
Today, I have you on my eyelashes, Tomorrow in my heart.

12-Oh, if i can touch the world!

As death prowls like black news
And in the soul, it stems fear and anxiety,
While the media diligently provides us with death statistics, I look away, away …
World! You are bad!
Man! They made you sick, crazy!
I silently try to catch the sunlight,
With cold lips to kiss this morning too.
From the window I’m tired of looking at the world,
I am upset by the ceremonies, the sirens and the bells of churches.
I want to touch the world, to love it even more than before! A melody from the bottom of my soul awakens my hope, It takes me dreamy to tomorrow,
The next day with wounded dreams,
with pain and sadness!
The voice of life wakes me from this nightmare: Wake up with more courage and trust!

13-Wanderers

In the face of a stray dog
The eyes bear the pain of loneliness,
Fear of the street, anxiety of abandonment. The road is scary,
The night is anxious.
So is the face of a human wanderer
I just encountered:
The look was empty,
In those mirrors the soul cannot hide I saw pain, cold, hunger…
I saw the indifference, the powerlessness to do something for you. I saw my cry drowned out in the noise of dinners and knocking glasses…
Embraced breath by breath,
Warming each other,
The morning found the two wanderers together: The man and the dog!

14-The night

Empty roads,
Only traffic lights flicker as if giving hope. A light at the end of the road
It attracts me and there I fix my gaze.
The lights inside buildings give the night a gray color.
Only the sky is vast and clear,
The omnipotent of this night.
I silently pray to it, as in a church dome,
And silence speaks to me in a language that only I understand.
The night is happy amidst this harmony of colors, It dances her nightly waltz,
The earliest ritual of this world
I sit down to write to you,
I sit down to write to the night.
I will probably spend hours writing Words of soul that run to heaven.