ALIVE
I live coveredin clouds
Surrounded by the sea
Prisouner of myself
In love with all women
Starry with hopes...
Like a friar uith no tongue
Tied up next to the window
The Orakle of Heaven
I want to give the day light
And only give the truth to people!
I wish to live free
Where is he at?
The country of truth?
With my arms wide open
To infinity...
Only in my heart.
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WRITE LETTERS
I have a lot of letters
to write...
I write to the caravan of clouds
who go to the rain wedding.
Lovers in the rain
studies Macbeth in front of the mirror...
And hunters
they are looking for you in the forest
the unknown...
Moon stretching out her hands
towards the sun to warm.
I write to myself on the body;
the words I don't want you to lose...
With the magic feather
emptiness can...
I'm writing to everyone tonight…!
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The poet, prose writer and essayist Rifat Ismaili was born on March 24, 1968 in Durrës. After finishing high school, he did the mandatory military service for two years in Berat. From 1991 until today he lives in Italy, currently in Savona. Passionate about art and literature, he started writing and painting since school. Since 1986, he started publishing in the newspapers and magazines of the time and continues today. At the same time, in addition to working as an author, he was and still is engaged in translations. It was also published in Italian, English, Arabic, Russian, Uzbek, etc., in some of the literary bodies of those countries. His inclusion in dozens of different publications as an editor or reviewer should be highlighted. Rifat Ismaili is the author of 23 books, and 3 books as a translator.
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