IRSA RUCI

Irsa Ruçi

FORGIVENESS

One day I’ll forgive anyone who wanted to give me sadness

Simply…

Wordless,

Only with laughter

And the misery force while feeling

Alive;

While people find at me

The self they never found.

Only the aging beings from their own consciousness

While they vomit the hatred at other

Given that their selfishness suffocates them in rancour:

The evil has the form the spirit that comes!

One day I’ll turn words in prayers

That hearts full of envy,

To cultivate them with love.

© Irsa Ruçi    (Translated by Silva Daci)

IRSA IN WONDERLAND

I free myself like the air when grabs the waves

I breathe beyond my peace, in the secret solitude of spirit

Look to not be lost in the street of the heart.

I always seek the light’s fountain

In the magic of a smile

Or in the brilliance of the tears in the eyes

In the wave, through the whisper of the leafs

Beyond the music of the nightingales…

I always found the fountain of life

In the kindness of words, in the love’s stone road

Because I am not afraid from the divine feelings

I am a book that you need the capability to understand

To read quietly,

And there’s no more magical moment

While eyes are suffocated in the soul…

I live,

I love,

I dream,

Beyond every time

I create poetically in the threshold of wishes

When I close my eyes I nap sheltered in my universe

Because I am “Irsa in the wonderland”.

© Irsa Ruçi    (Translated by Silva Daci)

GRAVITY

Names written like absence, time is left with no remembrance

The future is like an infant, dandled in dreams

With the taste of the past

That often frightens after cries in the sleep.

No more rain from the skies, pains are raining

The rain falls from the eyes

Suffocated in loneliness, in the denial form

Rebelled for the light that for so long

We see it

Westley.

Streets are empty path of events

The aging steps weigh more,

Than nothingness, in bare footedness

Prophecies read in the palm of the hand

Like suffering is read in wrinkles…

Epochs who give birth to dessert, nothing to remember

Despite the formless noise

Like the scream within a room

No objects

That echoes

Echoes

Till the repetition of itself…

Then there is silence;

Silence that weighs more than any word.

© Irsa Ruçi    (Translated by Silva Daci)

SILENCE

I.

Shshshttt... Listen to the sparrows

Knitting plans behind the wings

And ask yourself

If the words are enough

To build a city of gossips

Under the sparrow's songs...

II.

Come now, return from pain

That with courage you build it in days, and every day

While it tears down like sandy castles

In the nights

When you shed in tears

Freezes the hurricanes;

But enough already:

Even slavery is drunkenness!

III.

Spy a little on the silence

While is speaking

And tell me:

How many were killed by the despicable silence of hers

Defeating

When none of us bothered

To look for answers?

Meaning takes form only in subconscious.

IV.

A drop of liquor let's have today

Till the end

For the end of the two-facets

That don't know end

And let's sing together,

Sing with us

The sparrow's song...!

© Irsa Ruçi              (Translated by Silva Daci)

HE RISES THE TIME

In the field where his mother laboured

He paced each day

Every time he faced the sun, said his prayers

Looking into her eyes;

His sister came after, playing

With her brother’s longing

Reciting with infant words

And the three of them smiled; …smiled

With the voice of time echoing

Their path

… A path filled with light!

He bowed to receive his mother’s blessing

Feeling the wrinkles in his mother’s hands

On his soft hair

And on his manly forehead raised by her kisses…

He sensed the scent of the earth just like his mother’s

That’s why he laid every evening under a tree

With the sun in his soul, singing to life…

©

IRSA RUÇI 

(Translated by Silva Daci)