{"id":9328,"date":"2021-09-25T01:27:57","date_gmt":"2021-09-25T01:27:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=9328"},"modified":"2021-09-25T01:27:57","modified_gmt":"2021-09-25T01:27:57","slug":"poezi-nga-enkelejda-kondi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/?p=9328","title":{"rendered":"Poezi nga Enkelejda Kondi"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Enkelejda Masseboeuf Kondi<\/p>\n

1-Me<\/p>\n

Sitting alone by the shore
\nAs the sun sets, I gaze at the small boats
\nbobbing up and down. . .
\nThrough the sea waves as they search shelter
\nJust as I do!
\nI gaze at them from afar, alone
\nAnd feel nostalgia for the days and years lost
\nIn the tides of life and there is no way back
\nI am not from here, but from other coasts
\nI am from the forests where the water flows in intricate times I am the stone that seeks its roots<\/p>\n

Blood from distant seas flows in my veins.
\nI see there, far away, on foot, my future
\nO, my innocent future
\nWith solid limits, it awaits
\nSigns of fragile autumn.<\/p>\n

2-Where are you?<\/p>\n

Give me a sign
\nYour sky where yesterday I walked
\nIn the clouds above your head
\nBut close to the heart…
\nwhere I left my trace.
\nWhere are you?<\/p>\n

A word from yours tears my solitude And wraps me with the arms of longing Where are you?<\/p>\n

A concealed tear, suspended,
\nAt once ardent, cold, icy . . .
\nGive me your hand,
\nKiss me in dreams,
\nTake me to bed for a few moments Leave your fervor hook into my skin Where are you?<\/p>\n

Perhaps you read my thoughts
\nAnd carve my portrait in your heart Perhaps I am your sob in silent evenings.<\/p>\n

3-Froast …<\/p>\n

I am the weeping of your evenings…
\nI have forgotten you…
\nOne day, when you recall that I am missing When in the mornings as you awake
\nAnd thoughts of me have been deleted when your inspiration sleeps in my bed Call for me. . .
\nI will be there in sorrow\u2019s verses.
\nWhen reflections on the day are not the same
\nAnd your smile has frozen on your lips,
\nWhen your fingers do not slip into my being anymore Know it!
\nYou have forgotten me, you have lost me . . .
\nAnd I have forgotten you.<\/p>\n

4-The stranger<\/p>\n

There and here
\nWith two lands, without land
\nWith two homelands, without homeland Throughout the ages, the years
\nRun madly,
\nand your feet did not touch the ground.. . Two skies, no heaven
\nThe night follows you behind
\nThe day crosswise fades away after you But the whole world is heated by one Sun There a stranger, here a stranger
\nThe heart burnt from longing
\nA life with the destiny enraged
\nThere and here. .<\/p>\n

5-To autumn<\/p>\n

I sing to my autumn
\nWith gold-plated soul
\nAuburn eyelashes
\nAquarelle of endless colours
\nWith the mascara of days embellished I kiss the tepid lips of autumn
\nAnd pour like a torrential rain on thoughts
\nThe love
\nI let to sleep on the uncovered shoulders of the evening And I closed the pages of this diary
\nIn collections of albums, seasons
\nIn the face of bare trees
\nAutumn,with you I am in love.<\/p>\n

6-A far light<\/p>\n

There and here
\nwith two lands, without land
\nwith two homelands, without homeland…<\/p>\n

To Albania<\/p>\n

I am tempted before you
\nBy the grace of your age-long red and black dress
\nI am tempted before your splendour,
\nI am tempted Mine, sweet until death,
\nAlbania
\nEven 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
\nWhen for you it writes longing verses
\nI am tempted even by the sight of longing lava Whenever I fly above your mountains
\nI feel such craving when I come towards you
\nYour mothering breasts await me
\nThe gates of your heart keep being open for me
\nI am tempted when I think
\nThat you keep a place right there for me
\nI am tempted and I tell it to you with all my heart
\nI love you endlessly, ALBANIA!<\/p>\n

7-Walls of silence…<\/p>\n

I broke down the walls of silence
\nThat had for so long enslaved my thoughts
\nI relieved the lungs of memory from sorrows
\nAnd to my heart gave wings through brittle flights
\nI gave strength to my dream
\nThat in the winter had slept in the retina of longing eyes
\nFor so long my brain had wandered through streets of no return
\nMedalion around the altered neck of time
\nAnd sweetly kissed the smooth sides of my love
\nI sang the song of happiness . . .
\nIn the mornings, in the empty streets
\nMy eyes were hotly kissed by evening . . .
\nThe past remained nostalgia, a silent relict
\nA neverending mystery, the future.<\/p>\n

8-You<\/p>\n

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

9-Tear is a woman<\/p>\n

Tear is a woman,
\nA small compass that slips like an avalanche From the corner of the eye
\nSpiritual warmth, expression of feeling.
\nBut of joy, too.
\nTear is a woman
\nAn adornment of the soul
\nThe tear has no name, the tear has a heart The tear is a woman, day or night…
\nThe tear has no time, I am a tear
\nI am a woman .<\/p>\n

10-Near and far<\/p>\n

A fleshy hug
\nthe rotation of the Earth
\nin the iron arms of longing.
\nStubborn muse this evening,
\nwith pale gaze across the streets with dead-end of thoughts.
\nBetween earth, longing and this evening,
\nIn the midst of the bloody silence that has stealthily overwhelmed me,
\na false aura of faint stars is scattered,
\nNear and far,
\nFar and near.<\/p>\n

11-New york<\/p>\n

I wandered in your roads, Looking forward to this moment, New York, New York …
\nWith one look I wrapped my arms around the Statue of Liberty, With an autumn or winter eve hug,
\nWith the desire to have it with me,
\nTo never forget it.
\nI walked in the Central Park
\nAnd I looked for those sensations that fulfill my dream.
\nIn a total abandonment and with a calm spirit
\nI walked in this place unknown to me,
\nHappy, even though I do not speak the language around me.
\nI walked and got tired until late, Until midnight,
\nUntil I fell asleep in the yellow cab.
\nIt is late,
\nGood night, New York!
\nToday, I have you on my eyelashes, Tomorrow in my heart.<\/p>\n

12-Oh, if i can touch the world!<\/p>\n

As death prowls like black news
\nAnd in the soul, it stems fear and anxiety,
\nWhile the media diligently provides us with death statistics, I look away, away …
\nWorld! You are bad!
\nMan! They made you sick, crazy!
\nI silently try to catch the sunlight,
\nWith cold lips to kiss this morning too.
\nFrom the window I\u2019m tired of looking at the world,
\nI am upset by the ceremonies, the sirens and the bells of churches.
\nI 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,
\nThe next day with wounded dreams,
\nwith pain and sadness!
\nThe voice of life wakes me from this nightmare: Wake up with more courage and trust!<\/p>\n

13-Wanderers<\/p>\n

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

14-The night<\/p>\n

Empty roads,
\nOnly traffic lights flicker as if giving hope. A light at the end of the road
\nIt attracts me and there I fix my gaze.
\nThe lights inside buildings give the night a gray color.
\nOnly the sky is vast and clear,
\nThe omnipotent of this night.
\nI silently pray to it, as in a church dome,
\nAnd silence speaks to me in a language that only I understand.
\nThe night is happy amidst this harmony of colors, It dances her nightly waltz,
\nThe earliest ritual of this world
\nI sit down to write to you,
\nI sit down to write to the night.
\nI will probably spend hours writing Words of soul that run to heaven.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8258,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9328","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poezi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9328","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9328"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9328\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9329,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9328\/revisions\/9329"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8258"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9328"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9328"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistakuvendi.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9328"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}