Dreams of Suffering, a Poem by Dr. Abdeljabbar Choukri

There is no way out of complaining

Except seeing existence smiling

There is no solution of crying 

Except wiping the tears

There is no outlet of sadness 

Except to fill the soul with joy

There is no collapse of despair

Except you cling to hope

There is no way to get rid of depression 

Except by indulging in laughter

There is no pleasure in life 

Except the giving of love

There is no no and no 

And there is except, 

Except and except

But in a moment of the time

I go to embrace the night 

I complain to it  my worries

I Bring back my memories 

From the past since my childhood

I find nothing only fluctuations in feelings

I find nothing only fluctuations in behavior

I find nothing only fluctuations in promises

I Remember when l was a child

My mother tells me Arab stories

One Thousand and One Nights

About Shahrayar and Scheherazade

About the enchanted palace

About Beauty of princess and the Beast

I find myself navigating 

In my mother's stories in Arab tales

She talks to me and talks to me 

until I fall asleep in deep sleep

- Dr. Abdeljabbar Choukri 

(Psychologist, Sociologist, Poet and Novolist)

Casablanca/Morocco 

Three Poems by Irena Dragoti

Absence of Mother

Evening is coming: I catch my breath

a branch of basil, or a little menderz

hide under the pillow

to sprout dreams with longing wings

from the Motherland,

for Mother...

Her shadow is white on my hair;

absence like a good cough,

lasts three months

and repeated four times.

Memories are signs,

that the past has chased me away.

I undid the fetus from the girl.

I live it divided between two sunsets.

I surrendered to the drying up of prayers.

My mother was taken hostage

from thought,

that I didn’t win all the battles

to keep him alive.

Wherever I open the leaves, mother’s grave

it is the chain that keeps me connected to the roots.

I am not the ideal daughter...

□

Invisible

In this big city without a center

the walking beauty

tiptoe, on the empty streets

it is not news...

She is like a shooting star

the day for the sun,

without any desire in the arms.

How did I know?

That beauty here is not presence

but a whirl in the orbits of the self;

an unspoken word knows how much...

It is a mist that hangs in the sky

hide the roads,

wear the light...

... conveyed by missing eyes

and until the desire for the parade dies

don’t ask him where he was...

I’m sorry, about the roads.

□

Damn World 

The dead sleep

the last sleep.

With the tombstone, time knocks.

The living do not speak

and at the edge of the dilemma

the neuron of oblivion, knocking on the bed.

The wise measure

with skin tone

a lost battle, bottom line.

The fools don’t stop

with the power of emptiness.

They overcome courage, without being afraid of fate.

Humanity sees obliquely.

It is the age of retreat;

the twenty-first century, the devil’s march.

And the world burns;

he lost his words

under the wet palate...

The world is dams;

how close his age is ?!

Let me rest, I’m embarrassed.

□

- Irena Dragoti

Lushnje

Irena Dragoti, poet, was born and lived in Lushnje, where she finished high school. She completed her university studies at the Faculty of Education Sciences in Elbasan, at “Aleksandër Xhuvani” University. She practiced the teaching profession for 22 years and then moved to Michigan, USA. She works more on lyrical poetry and finds herself in free verse. The first volume of poetry was “Fleeing season” and after it “A month of time” and “Escape to the pole”. She has in process her fourth book. She has also written essays and literary criticism. She has published poems, essays and poetry cycles in newspapers inside and outside the borders of Albania, such as: Exlibris magazine, Tirana Diplomat, Observer Cult, Nacional, Autunis Poetry, Telegraf supplement, Hejza, Gazeta Dielli, World Literature, Pen Craft, Literary Gazette, Hejza etc. For Irena, poetry is life itself in the written version, it is her freedom.

Two Poems in Spanish by Estela Voscoboinik

Ensueño (A Vincent Van Gogh)

Titilan los astros

en alas

de estrellas,

envuelven la noche

solitaria

en un lienzo

de luciérnagas;

vibra una marea

de nubes

con pincel de cometas;

cielo infinito

en sueños coloreados

por cipreses erguidos

y azuladas candelas.

Titilan los astros

en alas

de estrellas,

resguardan la luna

en armonía

de olivares

de ondulada tibieza.

□

Luz de mar

Al costado

de la luna

sueñan espigas

de ámbar;

por la orilla clara,

camino descalza,

sobre aromas

de lavanda;

encuentro tus ojos

en el umbral sereno

de una mirada

cálida.

Brillan candelas

por el sendero azul

de una noche

solitaria;

palpita una sonrisa

en los trinos

del agua mansa.

Al costado

de la luna

sueñan espigas

de ámbar;

florecen caracolas

por la huella

silenciosa

de gaviotas

de cielo,

sobre el rumor

dorado

de la espuma blanca.

- Prof. Estela Voscoboinik

Derechos reservados

Autora: Prof. Estela Voscoboinik

País: Argentina

Profesora de Castellano, Literatura y Latín.

Escritora. Poeta.

Mención de Honor y Manción Especial ICL 

Mención de Honor en el Segundo Concurso Nacional de Poesía " Dr. Hernaldo Arrieta", SADE San Francisco.

Simposios de Estudios clásicos y mitología grecolatina.

Antologías y Revistas poéticas, nacionales e internacionales (RAIAL; AZAHAR; Universo Literario Uruguay; I'm Different but I'm like you, Indonesia, entre otras).

Festival Internacional Arte Ahora, Cabra, Andalucía, España.

Ciempoesía+ Puente de palabras, Ciempozuelos, España.

Macrofestival Málaga la bella, 2023.

Participación en la sección cultural del Diario El Sol, Concordia, Entre Ríos, Arg.

Poeta Destacada de APREINT (Agencia de Prensa Internacional), Barcelona, España.

Participación en el Primer Encuentro Literario Virtual Nacional de Poesía SADE San Francisco, Córdoba, Argentina, 2024.

The Literary And Artistic And Cultural Magazine ORFEU Publishes a Poetic Anthology, First Volume

In the first volume of poems "Poetic Anthology - I -" with poems selected from the literary, cultural, artistic magazine Orfeu - Kosovo, 35 authors are included, including 23 authors from all over the Albanian space and diaspora, as well as 12 foreign authors translated into Albanian by Irma Kurti and Angela Kosta. The authors' poems have been selected by the staff of orfeu magazine: Dibran Fylli, Angela Kosta and Irma Kurti. The poems included in the first volume of this anthology have been published in Orfeu Magazine and the website Orfeu.AL from the first issue of its uninterrupted publication until the recent issue 17. The selected poems were read by Orfeu's regular readers, based on the "Most Read Posts" section, of which he added up to 750 readers in a month. Therefore, on the basis of these data, the editorial staff has succeeded with dedication to select the most widely read poems by these authors that have been presented in Volume I - of this poetic anthology with national and international authors. The literary, cultural and artistic magazine ORFEU is the only magazine in Kosovo that publishes the poems and creativity of authors from all over the world, including literary, cultural and artistic creations of foreign authors in any foreign language in the appropriate section "International Poets". ORFEU magazine is conceived, founded and directed by Dibran Fylli, Director, Editor-in-Chief, Academic, Director, Actor, Poet and Writer. The staff is made up of national and international authors who are already illustrious and rich in literary values. On the pages of the paper Orfeu and Orfeu.AL, national and intercontinental personalities, writers, painters, musicians, actors, historians, etc., have participated and distinguished themselves. Most foreigners are not only authors and winners of many prestigious awards they are also publishers of magazines and newspapers, so Orfeu is now recognized by many foreign media in every corner of the globe. We invite everyone.

All readers to take in their hands the First Volume of poems in which you will find wonderful verses about: patriotism, women and their rights, love for everything that surrounds us, the expression of true and pure feelings towards the person we love, the beautiful flowers of nature, nostalgia for the homeland, unexpected aspects of life and much more...We wish you all a good reading and we gladly welcome you with your creativity to our magazine ORFEU and ORFEU. AL

DIBRAN FYLLI was born in Açarevë in Skënderaj, Kosovo, in 1956. Dibran graduated from the Academy for Theatre, Radio, Film and Television (AGRFT) in Ljubljana as a director film. Dibran was one of the first members of the (UCK - KLA) army and participated in many battles in which he was seriously wounded in the Battle of Llapushnik on 8 May 1998. Dibran is the founder of the UCK - KLA's Hamëz Jashari Military Art Company, screenwriter and organizer of the commemorative event "He is Alive" (1999), "The Days of Enlightenment" (2000) now "The Era of KLA" (March 5, 6 and 7, known as "THE NIGHT OF FIRES"), Head of the "Hamëz Jashari" Military Artistic Corps of the KLA and TMK (1998-2002). He was also the creator, screenwriter and Director of the National Traditional Festival "Let's Sing to Freedom" (Kline 6, 7 and 8 June), dedicated to the emblematic Commander of the KLA Mujë Krasniçi - Kapuçi; author and screenwriter of the artistic program "He is Live" part -I- and - II.

So far, Dibran has published 26 literary, historical, scientific, editorial, and chronological works.  He is the winner of numerous literary awards, author, screenwriter and director of over 40 documentary films, as well as several feature films and short films; Dibran has participated in 3 International Film Festivals. He has played many major roles in feature films, comedies, and television series. He is currently a member of the Writers' League of Kosovo (LSHK), a member of the Albanian American Academy of Sciences and Arts in New York (AAA), Founder, Director and Editor-in-Chief of the literary cultural magazine ORFEU and the Orfeu website. AL (2022) 

ANGELA KOSTA was born in Elbasan (Albania) and has lived in Italy since 1995. She is a translator, essayist, journalist, literary critic, publisher and promoter. She has published 14 books: novels, poems and fairy tales in Albanian, Italian and English. 

Angela Kosta translates and writes articles and interviews for the newspaper "Calabria Live", Saturno magazine, Alessandria Today Magazine, the international magazine "Orfeu:", the newspaper "Nacional", Gazeta Destinacioni, Perqasje Italo - Shqiptare, the magazine "Atunis", she collaborates with the magazines: "International Literature Language Journal (Michigan), Wordsmith International Editorial (Florida), Raven Cage (Germany), Bangladesh, Pakistan, Turkey, etc. Angela Kosta has translated 150 authors into bilingual: Italian - Albanian and vice versa and has promoted over 500 poets in various national and international literary magazines as well as translating the books of poems by 3 Albanian and Kosovar authors. He has also translated the poems of important italian classics, nobelists and many other famous authors. 

Angela Kosta is Vice President of the South Korea Writers' Association, Vice President of the Tamikio Dooley Writers Choach Organization, Ambassador for Culture and Peace in the Organization no profit in: Bangladesh, Poland, Morocco, Canada, Algeria, Egypt, Mexico, Romania, India, etc. She is also a member of the Writers' League (LSHASH) and BSHBSH - Italy, AAA (America), Greece, Poland, Hungary, Mexico, Romania, Croatia, India.

Angela Kosta has been translated and published in 30 foreign languages and foreign countries. In 2024 alone, it has been published in 98 national and international newspapers and magazines, with: poems, articles, interviews, books, reviews, etc. She has received numerous awards from various magazines and newspapers. Angela Kosta has been the Person of the Month on the covers of the following magazines: International Literature Language Journal, (Michigan), Saturno Magazine (Italy), Wordsmith International Editorial (Florida) and Literary Magazine (Barcelona), Elitè Magazine (Liban)

IRMA KURTI is an Albanian poet, writer, lyricist, journalist and translator naturalized Italian. She has won numerous awards and recognitions in Italy, the Italian-speaking part of Switzerland, the USA, the Philippines, Lebanon, China, Albania, Kosovo and North Macedonia. In 2020 she received the title of Academician and Honorary President of WikiPoesia, the poetic encyclopedia. In 2021 she was awarded the "Liria" (Freedom) award by the Italian-Albanian Community in Italy. In 2022 she was awarded the title of Mother Foundress and Dame of the Order of Dante Alighieri of the Republic of Poets. In 2023 she was awarded the "Lifetime Achievement Award" by the Universum Academy Switzerland. She is a jury member of several literary competitions in Italy. She is a translator at the Ithaca Foundation in Spain. She has published 29 books in Albanian, 25 in Italian, 15 in English and 2 in French. She has translated 20 books of poetry and fiction by different authors, as well as all his works published in Italian and English. Hers books have been translated and published in 16 countries.

[Prepared by Angela Kosta - Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator]

Astrit Lulushi : Writer of Recognized International Talent

By Maria Teresa Liuzzo

(Director of the International Culture magazine LE MUSE - Italy)

 

A writer of recognized international talent, a multifaceted, versatile and sensitive person, with an intense interiority, whose talents he knows how to express through an unspeakable docility to the moments that emanate inspiration. / Crumbs of dreams / I don't know where the day is born / and where the evening dies. / Fill the sky with tears and words / like the sea that goes and then returns. / I close my eyes when / the wind caresses me with your hands / I kiss your caress and embrace your pain. An ideal that stands between metaphysical experience and reality in the concreteness of what his writing suggests. The essential and primordial elements of nature are captured, such as the sun, the sky, the sea in its symbolism that evokes mystery and depth, and multiplicity with languages ​​and meanings that refer to aesthetic thought almost to a catechesis of beauty, of the sublime; as an ultimate goal it spreads in the light of creation of which being is a part and coincides with the immensity that the beauty of its art and the infinite mystery summarizes. A demanding beauty that merges with the divine that meets domestic, everyday beauty that can be read, understood, codified in the literacy of a hidden truth; a beauty that provokes the emotion of reason with the fruitfulness that it also suggests to anthropology and philosophy in its various and articulated streams of theoretical reflection. A reflection that places itself between the ideal as a metaphysical experience and the real in concreteness. Love is capable of creating poetry in the most unexpected moments, poetry envelops it in a silent pain that becomes catharsis, perhaps because the pain must be mourned before it can be overcome. The splendor was realized by flickering the shadows on his face, on his features as a man. His word burns perhaps because he has something that others don't have. His verse is precise and impeccable, in that painful silence that I picked up like a rose in the immensity. The choices of the Writer Astrit Lulushi are made with caution and meditation. All you need to do is identify with his words, ultimately live them. We waste precious time that could make our real life a different existence. It's like throwing dice and trusting fate, making our existence a game of chance. You can win, enjoy or cheat. No one knows what will happen next, as no one can predict the future or have a preliminary appointment with destiny. But the Writer emerges victorious. By struggling and suffering he found himself. He crossed the ''dark'' night and traveled towards different and certainly better horizons. Nothing is lost when you truly live. In his verses there is a sleepless night of pain left under the skin, which has served over time to make him know the direction of the wind and to find himself in a place of the heart that he had not foreseen, which has allowed him to discover the sea where there is no 'And. Because it is inherent in the eyes and in the heart. We know that when someone or something (poem) pays attention to us it brings us back to life. Those who are not in love with beauty, justice and wisdom are incapable of thinking. - The equation is not good for the wind in love among the ears. ''And I like to be silent because I want / again and always to listen to you''. It is enough to focus our gaze on the deep roots that resemble erotic natures and give us the sense of the infinite. The aim of this great Artist is not to persuade, but to make people reflect, have passion and honesty for the reason that distinguishes us from the beasts. The word is a body that transmits desire, perdition, madness like a breathless race that fills the lungs with air. The word supports us, it becomes love. It is wisdom that generates harmony woven from the melody of a divine song. The word allows us to express moods and feelings to be expressed, at times, with the difficulty of revealing the intensity and powerful strength of love. The love that allows one to go outside of oneself, yet revealing a minimum of what love itself induces one to feel. I looked for a ''YOU'' to complete my ''I''. In ''Tu'' I feel joy and emotion together with sensations that find an echo in a transfiguring and almost cathartic dimension of myself. You accompany me in the fulfillment of this profound human and interior experience together. You can get close to the truth but not possess it in full. Perfection does not exist. It's like the lie that was crafted to perfection. Everything that is perfect is dead, as finished when reality becomes narration because writing listens to your words and loves you as you are. Astrit Lulushi has been a writer since the beginning he unintentionally builds the myth of himself. Here it is preferable to remove his characteristics, since, if on the one hand it is the writer who feels the false writer is different from himself, on the other hand there is the recognized artistic genius, master of 20th century prose and bringer of a style which in its brevity and incisiveness represents the most significant and innovative expression of the 20th century and beyond. His is an extraordinary style for its ability to evoke with a few words, a few strokes, the hidden reality, the reality that the reader can intuit through the text, the reality hidden within each of us, the one we don't usually look at, the one we are afraid to confess, the one we don't repeat to ourselves when we are alone for fear that someone might hear us. That reality where we know little about ourselves and history because without it our everyday life would be meaningless. He is therefore the singer of our unacknowledged self, the singer who says the things that neither we nor others have the courage to say. The Writer describes the blood of war, of nature, of wounded animals, of flagellations, of genocides, which from a psycho-dynamic point of view is nothing other than internal discomfort and tormented suffering. We find a somewhat desperate life mechanism which is that of the tunnel and on the other the sublimating mechanism of his literary work in which the desire to fly and to be able to perpetuate oneself beyond the destruction of the physical body is expressed. A writing that goes beyond the contingent and in the particular sense of Astrit Lulushi must be projected beyond time and space. His writing also has the ability to attract female beauty to the highest degree because if it word cannot be possessed cannot be loved. Even in this dialectic between the power of possessing and the impotence of reality, the drama of the double is played out. In this, the overcoming of internal discomfort is not overcome through mechanisms of self-destruction, but it is through an internal push that mechanisms of sublimation are received. In fact, this extraordinary person has well overcome this long critical phase because writing has become his woman, his support, someone in which to reflect himself; even a thought can be considered the entity of a friendly voice, so as not to die alone with no one beside you. Certain phenomena have crossed the writer's life and retain a part of themselves. A clarifying process that will ensure that each of us can reach ''that enlightened place'', which can guarantee us a place in the human sphere. Prose and poetry then increasingly become witnesses of the time, taking a stand on the most significant global problems. Writing becomes news that records the event and its memory (war, repression, attacks), takes on new registers: the sarcasm of indignation, the invective of protest, the prophetic tone, the rhetorical questioning. The word becomes turgid, excited, eloquent, bordering on political-religious oratory. In him the need to shout his belief is too alive and bursting, and like a new Savonarola, he expresses his fiery condemnation. His is a message of peace, of justice as an instrument capable of transform Society and give a new course to History, far from the experience of hatred that divides in the name of a God who should be there but is not seen. Every word of Astrit Lulushi is a work that opens up to a universal global vision. His writing is also painting. In it, an ego shines through, at times irrational, which escapes to sink into its ''inner dawn'' and offer us cosmic images immersed in abstract atmospheres. Precious icons that tell the meaning of the human and the divine in an expressive, extraordinary language (his alone), which we could define for its uniqueness: ''metamorphosis of the non-limit''. If we looked at the images upside down we would see a glass of hopes that give each work a great lyrical significance. This great series of apocryphal and imaginative episodes tend to represent man's disorientation in the face of the total epiphany of the Sacred, his immense and abysmal wound - A revelation of Sacredness which, as in Pasolini's Theorem, exposes all fears, the cowardice and hypocrisies of human beings. A writing therefore, that of Astrit Lulushi, which increasingly becomes a witness of the time, taking a stand on the most significant world problems. In Lulushi the topos is the organic and rational theorization both in philosophical writings and in novels. The conclusion is that if the evil (malaise, anguish, discomfort) cannot be eliminated, it can however be counteracted through denunciation, protest, condemnation of violence and war, of social injustice, all factors that generate the ''mal de vivre'' and, in extreme cases even through suicide. An attentive and rapt look could lead us to talk about a theology of beauty that emanates from the observations of its concepts. And I add, referring to hermeneutics, epistemology, axiology: Astrit Lulushi, is beyond the Platonic hyperuranium! A man who doesn't like the spotlight and the only quality he recognizes is modesty. As Augustine of Hippo says: ''Enter yourself, there you will find the light''. Despite the human drama we perceive there is also a reality made of dreams. Often in silence the word is violated but absence makes presence. The mystery of the other is welcomed. Another dimension is discovered, the one that managed to complete us. Because whoever has a heart as big as our writer Astrit Lulush cannot help but possess an immense soul.

[Astrit Lulushi]

[Maria Teresa Liuzzo]

Night, a Poem by Emmanuel Mettles

Lights are off to slumber.

Weary are the lives.

I stop here, 

I stop here,

Stop! 

Here, under this last lamp post.

Seeking the beginning of night.

No one passes by,

No one passes by.

Except an old wood cutter from an ancient tale.

 He cut no woods,

He hushed a cry,

" I cut the heads,

I cut,

I cut!

The heads of a thousand silver firs!

Late fisherman's call is trudging towards the hill,

For fisherman is late,

Late and lost his skiff.

And his shack kept awake!

The path wriggled beneath the night,

Tales of the footsteps evansce.

No tales to be told,

No tunes to be sung..

No tunes to be sung..

I wish for a star,

A tiniest, speck of distant light..

A crumb of laughter,

A dropful of morrow, 

A mo,

A mo to dine on death!

© Emmanuel Mettles

Kerala, India 

Poetess Emmanuel Mettles was born and brought up in  Kerala State, India. She is Post Graduate in English, Sanskrit and Human Psychology. Presently she is working in Telangana State, India, as a Psychological Counsellor. She is a multilingual poet  who writes in English, Telugu and Malayalam languages.Her poems are published in many prominent periodicals. She is a co-author in as many as 48 anthologies published in India and abroad. Her latest book,  in her mother tongue,  Malayalam( Veyil Varavukal - Beaming Sunlight) is on the way.

She was awarded the title  BLOSSOMING POET - 2019 at HYDERABAD POET CONFLUENCE in 2019. And the

following are few more other awards and laurels she received in recent times.

1. KABI RABINDRSNATH TAGORE AWARD 2020.

(ARPITA FOUNDATION- BRINDAVAN)

2. MADUSOODAN DUTTA EXCELLENCE AWARD ( INDO UNIVERSAL VOICES OF POETRY)

3. Suryodaya Excellence Award ( S.L.F ODISHA)

4.EVERYCHILD CERTIFICATE OF EXCELLENCE (Indo Universe Voices of Poetry, W.B)

5. Certificate of Excellence (Oxygen Pen)

6. International Ambassador of Peace Award(World Literary Forum for Peace and Human Rights)

7.Purnakumbha Award(Biswa Sahithya Samithy, Telengana,)

8. Telengana Sahitya Akademi Award ( Govt.of Telengana).

She is the Founder of  a global literary platform namely The HaVen International which run seperate platforms for uplift of literature in languages English, Malayalam and തെലുഗു. (HaVen Malayalam, HaVen Telugu, HaVen Furnace (poetry review) and The HaVen International) Furthermore, Ms Emmanuel Mettles is functioning as Advisor, Admin and Vo-ordinator in many literary platforms.

She is the advisory general of a global lietrary platform, Suryodaya Literary Foundation. (Odisha, India)

She is a vibrant and live wire activist of violations against children and women.

She is also a renowned translator, columnist, critic and orator too.

Books published are

1.The Solo Traveller( English)

2.Ummu Chinnu(English)

3.Veyil Varavukal( Malayalam)

4.Sthreetha( Malayalam- a regional language of India)

Two Poems by Astrid Lulushi

Translated and interpreted by Maria Teresa Liuzzo (LE MUSE-ITALY’ s International Art and Culture Editor)

The Destiny 

 

The’s no point in stopping 

in the shade  of a tree

And complaining about life’s tragedies 

Not even take the side of the good 

or the bad because  

with the passage of time 

one could be more miserables 

than the other. 

We are born and die alone 

no one take about our martyrdom

 

Some lucky peole have aunts 

who welcome them 

like their neighbors 

when they are alone.

The rain unleashes  its wrath 

on the houses , on the trees, 

on the thoughts scouring them

The belly becomes even more violent 

with the weak and the righteous 

as the storm does with 

the clouds if the wind is against it

 

The evil is who has never known misery

The pang of hunger

The heart felt cry of a child

The desperate mother’s prayer

He’s the one who never 

has wished for anything 

he did not already have 

I’ve never been lucky, 

let the sadness be mine alone, at least

□

Beyond Patience  

 

Time passing is a cancrenous river

The bodies are fossils 

of those who have despoiled

the people  depriving them of all rights

 

They are sharks and jackals 

disguised as helpless

Man the son of the world 

watched and was silent by day

and was  blinded by night  

 

BURGOSA was killed 

because he wanted 

to dream a better future 

to be free as  God created him 

whatever his dream was.

Those like him, instead 

have been destabilized

Frustrated like horses 

by their beast

 They slaughtered them to shreds.

Experience teaches us not 

to trust anyone but often  too late we 

have to believe in something 

or someone to live 

otherwise we will never be able 

to distinguish right from wrong 

 

Most people are good  

believe in family and live 

as best they can .

Bad people exist and will always exist

Because evil never kills itself

You meet them on your way 

suffering will be your lamp 

and enlightens you 

it will make you sure

you can know the healty fruit 

from the sick one. 

So that you can live your life 

in freedom and with joy 

with love.

Only in this way 

will you find happiness  

you who have alwys lived 

as a prisoners

you will be able 

to savor the taste of freedom

 

Always stay on your guard 

against the vultures every thing 

that is beatyful can something 

be deadly life deceive us 

and we can’t do anything

too many people love violence 

and violent sports

 

He slows when he sees a car overturned 

on the edge of the ravine 

as in were a scene from a movie.

The same people love the box 

for no reason at all

They ignore that in the violence 

of the blows

There is also the courage

 of the challenge.

It is tge defeca that surrenders to victory without reaching death

Perhaps the most important thing 

would be for a warrior to have a heart 

inside the chest. 

If this were the case 

every man would rise 

from hope and embrace peace.

A man’s strenght of flight beyond patience 

where others have failed.

It is the light that makes you see 

beyond that dream, 

that no one can see but you

Sometimes people 

don’t want to understand

they don’t have eyes 

to see and they get lost 

in the darkness of life 

like a rootless tree.

□

© Astrit Lulushi