AGRON SHELE

AGRON SHELE

APOCALYPSE

Birds

Of infinite space in the sky

A rebus of stars sparkling stars

A son of sonnets with late night events

After sounds of fire and the life of soul

Like the latest leaves of autumn branches

Waving in the cloud sky as screaming

After the cold scream,

An ice that is coming by

And of the first snow whitening the ground

…And we go not understanding the rapid steps

Towards whom,

…Or nothingness that awaits transformation

The surrounding of grey darkness just like evening

Of a moonless night,

Of infinite darkness.

Everyone towards the heavy gate are headed

With sadness,

Sins,

And turbulent minds

Satellites of circles of Dante encompass them

Perhaps at the dawn of Beatrice’s splendor

And the grey dust has a veil of attention,

A veil of forgiveness

An iron veil

Jailed feelings exterminated in the distance

Of lives that go

And lives that come

And they come and come non stop

From the screams and swords

At the weapons and bombs

The word and law overcomes inhabitants

The new knights of crusades

Modern inquisitors.

And fate wanted to bring these sins

In the pain of peace,

To turn into a deceased

For what time erases with eagerness

For that seasons resuscitate.

(TRANSLATED BY PETER TASE)

AUTUMN IN TIRANA

Autumn,

In Tirana that is lost in water creeks,

Through extended water drips in the windows of crystals,

In the abandoned benches from all this unrest

In the naked trees all the way to forgiveness.

Autumn

Even its returning tears of meditation instants,

Forgotten old romances in memory,

Returning painfully in the soft spirits

Yellow paper, of my diary.

Autumn,

In Tirana of the earlier steps,

Of a bench that is always naked with green flowers,

Of the last glass dropped through ridges

Pieces of lips, skies of love

Autumn

And longing for passed times,

For the deeming of light in the white soul,

For the life thrown away through angles of reflections,

For the abandoned leaves from all this demise.

Autumn

And traces in every heart beat

For her…for someone…for love,

Of after times that are knocked in so much noise

…and of autumn, e melancholic pentagram.

(TRANSLATED BY PETER TASE)

YOU WERE LOST…

You were lost completely unexpectedly in the intersection of roads,

without lights,

not even green lights with the colors of poets

you were lost through the clouds of thoughts

dissolved after the suffering screams of soul.

You were lost in the rainbows that wait colors

Infinitely prisms of the sky that is broken

In the broken wings creeks of seagulls

From waterfalls that descend through thousands of dances

A twist of clouds and much dew.

You were lost in the stars a thunderstorm of the west

Dreams that are meek on angel looking wings

A phantasm of peaks that touch fantasy

Of fiery loves,

That darkness suffers.

You were lost deeply in the sea’s blue color

And through tornadoes that shake lives

A tip of the iceberg that touch the blueness

…And of fates,

Beliefs of desires that are sinful to anyone

You were lost in the first depth of winter

Icebergs of feelings frozen in the park,

…decorating the childish life without luck

From pain

And the cold is frightened with sadness.

You were lost deeply in view

From eyes that touch endless horizons,

Eyebrows that are tired from the days of waiting

And the last tears

Glassy crystal washed by sadness.

Lost misunderstanding a life of abandonment

Of scenarios of symphony of pain

Of times that have gone swiftly without notice

Turbulent over feelings

Living under worry

You were lost in the shelves of writing books

And of the ink that is erased from this forgiveness

Waves of words burned in passions

Waves of words burned in love.

(TRANSLATED BY PETER TASE)

AGRON SHELE

AGRON SHELE was born in October 7th, 1972, in the Village of Leskaj, city of Permet.  Is the author of the following literary works: “The Steps of Clara” (Novel), “Beyond a grey curtain” (Novel), “Wrong Image” (Novel) , “Innocent Passage” (Poetry) and “Ese-I ” .  Mr. Shele is also the coordinator of International Anthologies: “Open Lane- 1,” “Pegasiada , Open Lane- 2 and ATUNIS magazine”.  Is a member of the Albanian Association of Writers, member of the World Writers Association, in Ohio, United States, Poetas del Mundo, WPS, Unione world Poetry and the President of the International Poetical Galaxy “Atunis”. He is published in many newspapers, national and international magazines, as well as published in many global anthologies: Almanac 2008, World Poetry Yearbook 2009, 2013, 2015, The Second Genesis -2013, etc.  Currently Resides in Belgium and continues to dedicate his time and efforts in publishing literary works with universal values.  Has been an active member of the civil society in Albania while receiving training from USAID, UNDP, UNICEF.  Is the chairman of the Societies “Environment and Community” and “Children and youngsters”. Is the recipient of various literary prices in Albania.