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FRIENDS in theire homes

-Poemë

In May of this year with my friend Gregory CHILDHOOD Jovani, undertook a Journey After twenty years emigrimi.Njëzet years the doors of Our homes in the town of Lac, mbyllura.Përkujdesen to stay close to people WHO live in this qytet.Nuk had Planned to come, butt the memory of nostalgia push us Towards Him, Even to a distant love that We Could not stay Without the Meeting.

 
in the ports of memory

Where vemi this night, my friend?

The Monday sees?
There Veil of cloud cast over beautiful eyelashes
and going to sleep.
Fields    Fell asleep,
I Heart creaking kërcenjtë of wheat,
rose SEVENTH, body itching Was Was sweating Mustache?


City     silent!
Just the way, a vision Goods,
Keeps over the world.
A river of love
whos body,
Walk Feelings, Desires, 
theire voices echo
The ngjirrur consecutive winters.


Where vemi this night, my friend?
City rocked in s Dream sad,
fatigue of the day is heavy on the Eaves - Tombstone.
We Were not expecting anyone!
The Light of Our CONSTELLATION is away.
andin, Constantine is the fall riding legend.


Memories of CHILDHOOD forgotten us.
They're got tired of waiting captivity,
broke found RsþItMbUgbg nest, To Be embroidered with filigrees 
fleeting bird Chest.


We Abandoned,
not raised Raised raised Raised dot a museum 
with Councils and loves the Parents,
waiting for us this night,
when- Makes noise in deep silence sky,
Our Inner World.


Heavy breathing  machine,
It disrupts harmony  Silent Night concert.
Its smoke,
I taints mimosa flowers and dreams of the city.


2O years!
City Art Wasted the Goods.
Faces of flats Were Done Without supposedly shaven,
blaming cover wrinkles.
In-tuk, blaming Was tiles falling hair.
Someone in theire foreheads,
has stuck by a look- SACI, 
for the first Beauties of the world.
The eyes of the beautiful city have forgotten.


Tranquility!
National City Suit tons h torn.
The eyes of windows 
Deep Into The Hollow.
Away, away, Heard a bell!
A group of Children,
Draw string with empty cans a
long way, to the gates of the Future.
I decodes   theire words?
There are notes of a guitar, to sing Awakening.
THEY are Our ​​Desires.
Complain, found no Place To Climb 
in the trunk of the tree branch,
Where inspiration canaries sang
a love song,
In the long marathon Poetic Flowering.


Shsheeeeet!
Do not speak!
Let breath to Heart.
How Were supposedly wearing beautiful trees!
What holiday we have today?


This freshly Goods, 
U   finger Comb hair green leaves.
A Handful of Stars Were spilled on the shoulder.
Trees  folk costumes,
on the big stage of the city,   throw a big dance.
Ensemble of Greenery
Leaping dance of light, this night,
when- - the pretty face of the moon,
on the ridge dips Kruja.

It Seems the caravan victorious
sequence Lead The News of Victory in ancient castle.


Why hush my friend?
Mall h ngjimi   has weight and years of Absence.
What is this  voice That perishes
in the Chest   and breaths the trees?
Yes Pool Pool applause?
palms leaves, collide 
From the breeze of Our breathing.
Dellëzimet leaves
Similar to the Lines The fate  of Our hands.
They're diellëzohen, jeshilohen Grow
From the laughter of passersby.


Dithyramb of theire music,
Knocking on the crystalline glass, cold
The Lifeless   Politicians myopic eyes.
Air dihatet, 
moon walk taxes to diskohet neck of the mountain,
SLEEP Where legends,
on drithërishten, qual remained Burden.


The moon pulls disgjinët of a horse Cloud,
Prohibit Slightly Above the valley,
flowing free verse poetry source.
You heels  a little smack drujube,
That is yllësuar in purple.


That night when- the sweetness of the air,
Dyllëçitet  deleted dheishtës further at bay.
The Hearst distant music  of dhëmbësutës?
Its Testament Expresses Desire for life.
The Gap Between the mountains deep, dark,
and silent EGRES drowned in sweat,
not the tree like this euphony and Refreshing.


Receive a joy and revert Doce end,
forget the years That Went
deep in the memory gap,
SINCE scour erosion heavy 
brittle Building Our selection below.


We are in the arms of CHILDHOOD,
the present and the future is ourse.
There is none!
Only we, the night, the silence, the stars, the moon, the memory.


Qënkemi not alone, my friend!
Citizens SLEEP, the city does not sleep.
Waiting   times and stories Followed, in a shark Leather.
Thoughts tiring,
I CYyseRgÁaH insomnia,
LACKE Valium, are Expensive,
Can not Buy in Drugstore.
The tire memory.


Face of the road,
I   have   narrowed veins
By Moving heavy passenger
flow Requiring Its
A light of hope for tomorrow.


In-tuk, a broken plate, 
blasting It membrane of skin softness,
beauty of the eyes of a new hotel,
at the end of the shift,
and Early tomorrow.


What 'Measures with Steps To Be Moved?
bagged Roads have measured SeaMonkey Times.
The Times  Changed, The Streets Are the Ones That left.
Kisses say,   accompanied  with dust sheqertë
The gray, Taking shoes.
Grey, nor the very heart and theire life .


Where you Will Find A Place To Sleep?
knock Hospitality of this hotel,
SINCE Brough Our Brothers from Europe,
Loaded Shoulders killed by Quarry "paradise"?
Do not tell me, "WE HAVE OUR HOMES!"
Keys of I Have maintainers,
WHO Keep Every year.
We pay say, the language of the gate key,
To Remain Silent. The cover of the book corner,
Where we Grewe up, to stay closed.
The Memory Will not shtegëtojnë birds,
Who are Isolated in theire cage silent.


Neither we shared so years,
in Three Chapters   of a Novel Painful,
Where the past, the present and the future,
should not ever meet Between say?


The past has a hard
time you Extend a new hand,
it retains fanatically   journal of memory,
times grace and beauty.


How? The hapëzojmë, 
To see theire foreheads, to applaud?
We go butt carefully,
broke Have Our ​​years of age on the shoulder,
Big Emotions Can Be Fatal to theire Lives.


 
 

 

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