In a segment of Via Roma,
To the beautiful gallery, where souvenirs are sold
A couple of street artists, all elegance
They danced; a waltz oh what magical art!
Under the sweet sounds of the Danube Waves
I was haunted, in the elegance of the lady
I didn't feel like someone was speaking on my behalf
How long we had not seen each other!
For a moment I did not recognize the smiling face.
Barbell in place, I called memory
Before me the moon with silver rays landed
In her eyes, cheeks, lips and neck
Via Roma laughed in front of me. I laughed that day
You soon forgot me, she said
And on my side my sorcery was thrown...
My arms met the sky
I asked him where he is coming from and where he is going?
He saw me, looked at me, smiled and said:
You and I have the same path
We walked slowly through via Roma
Fashion shops, souvenir shops
The whole world was sitting next to us
From the starry sky I saw the beautiful Nadir
Someone put a hand on my shoulder
What I looked at, my heart jumped out of place
A man in a tailcoat and top hat
Before us magnificent he, Pushkin
Hurry up, he told us, because Tchaikovsky is waiting for you
Sitting by the lake where the swans dance
Tchaikovsky's swans in the spectacle with the stars
The great thoughtful man in the armchair where
Esenin was drinking coffee with two friends
And he thought "King in pants"
Pushkin in the ball was drinking a glass of wine
Above us like spring raindrops
The tears of the willow fell on the Strada del Francese
Nadiri was proud to have approached and stood on Superga
gazela was looking into my eyes
Her eyes a shining universe
I asked him how he hadn't forgotten me
-Time never heals the wound of a heart-
There I knew the true power of a hope.
The sky sat as I caressed him as if he were a child
No clouds, no fog, but the stars that shine endlessly
We count the petals of a sheep's flower in vain
He danced via Roma that evening,
I didn't feel like someone was speaking on my behalf
How long we had not seen each other!
For a moment I did not recognize the smiling face.
Barbell in place, I called memory
Before me the moon with silver rays landed
In her eyes, cheeks, lips and neck
Via Roma laughed in front of me. I laughed that day
You soon forgot me, she said
And on my side my sorcery was thrown...
My arms met the sky
I asked him where he is coming from and where he is going?
He saw me, looked at me, smiled and said:
You and I have the same path
We walked slowly through via Roma
Fashion shops, souvenir shops
The whole world was sitting next to us
From the starry sky I saw the beautiful Nadir
Someone put a hand on my shoulder
What I looked at, my heart jumped out of place
A man in a tailcoat and top hat
Before us magnificent he, Pushkin
Hurry up, he told us, because Tchaikovsky is waiting for you
Sitting by the lake where the swans dance
Tchaikovsky's swans in the spectacle with the stars
The great thoughtful man in the armchair where
Esenin was drinking coffee with two friends
And he thought "King in pants"
Pushkin in the ball was drinking a glass of wine
Above us like spring raindrops
The tears of the willow fell on the Strada del Francese
Nadiri was proud to have approached and stood on Superga
gazela was looking into my eyes
Her eyes a shining universe
I asked him how he hadn't forgotten me
-Time never heals the wound of a heart-
There I knew the true power of a hope.
The sky sat as I caressed him as if he were a child
No clouds, no fog, but the stars that shine endlessly
We count the petals of a sheep's flower in vain
He danced via Roma that evening,
enjoyed the Strada del Francese
The angel on my side had taken me
They flew together where memories took us
She was talking to me about the tandafilas I was giving her
I remembered, I remembered her smiles
In that beautiful evening filled with dreams
We didn't understand when the night was separated from the day.
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Colors of Flowers in the Garden
In a flower garden with a thousand colors
Each flower has its own soul
Remember that flowers do not speak
With the language of the soul they express love
There is always a ray in the eyes of a dream
You have seen a dreamy soul
He looks like a violet...a rose...
From whose petals emanates the fragrance of love
How many loves are born from a flower
From a bouquet a heart beat hard
Do not say that flowers do not love
As long as they cause love to arise between people
Thousands of flowers, thousands of colors in flower gardens
Transient people pass carelessly
Their eyes perceive colors
Each one resembles a heart
The colors of the flowers in the flower garden
In their silence they extinguish hatred
Try spending some time there
In moments of anger, connection or pain
Flowers get color and fragrance from love
And distribute it to passersby
Don't pick the flowers but enjoy the beauty
Then tell me what you learned from them
Go to the flower garden when your soul aches.
The angel on my side had taken me
They flew together where memories took us
She was talking to me about the tandafilas I was giving her
I remembered, I remembered her smiles
In that beautiful evening filled with dreams
We didn't understand when the night was separated from the day.
□
Colors of Flowers in the Garden
In a flower garden with a thousand colors
Each flower has its own soul
Remember that flowers do not speak
With the language of the soul they express love
There is always a ray in the eyes of a dream
You have seen a dreamy soul
He looks like a violet...a rose...
From whose petals emanates the fragrance of love
How many loves are born from a flower
From a bouquet a heart beat hard
Do not say that flowers do not love
As long as they cause love to arise between people
Thousands of flowers, thousands of colors in flower gardens
Transient people pass carelessly
Their eyes perceive colors
Each one resembles a heart
The colors of the flowers in the flower garden
In their silence they extinguish hatred
Try spending some time there
In moments of anger, connection or pain
Flowers get color and fragrance from love
And distribute it to passersby
Don't pick the flowers but enjoy the beauty
Then tell me what you learned from them
Go to the flower garden when your soul aches.
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About Mehmet Rema-
He was born in Kruja, Albania. He graduated in 1975 at the State University of Tirana. Mehmet Rrema writes in prose and poetry. Take criticism. Time after time he returns to translations, bringing classical and modern world poets to the Albanian language. He published the novel Dosja e Djegur. The novels as they are are ready for publication; "The Last Song", "Bosana", "Cursed Winter" and "Blood Weight". There are also two collections of short stories and two collections of criticism. In poetry, he has published "Valixe e Spresave", "How Love Was Lost" ", "Let's Bow Down", "Your Tear Burned That Day", "Give A Smile" and on Amazon he has published "Tears of a Betrayed Woman". He has also completed many poetry collections, such as; "My Cruja" , "I love Heaven's Castle", "Castle of Love", "You Let Me", "She Sung My Songs", "River, You Are Life", "What Can I Say to the Sea", "When You Kissed Her" that Flag" and others. He has participated in many anthologies and competitions such as Anthology of modern poets, Encyclopedia deri poeti contemporanei italiano Art & transfomacion Mexico, Poetik woice of and world, World Contemporary Poets. His creations have been published in many electronic magazines , such as the magazine Prodrygy, Miqtë e Gazeta Muzgu, Pegasi Albania, Sofra Poetike, Portrete scritarës, Albania Press, Galactica Poetice Atunis and the bimonthly magazine Le Muse Italy and others. He has been honored with many certificates from numerous poetry groups.
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