Sunday, October 1, 2017




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,
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.


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.

Even its returning tears of meditation instants,
Forgotten old romances in memory,
Returning painfully in the soft spirits
Yellow paper, of my diary.

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

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.

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.


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.


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.

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