AGRON SHELE
THIS TIME...
This time,
When you hear the rain that falls
over the bare trees from a bronze sky
And the rows of ravens all yellow
You ask yourself
Why only a tree stands tall ?
In an empty park , lonely rotting
day by day
Why do you care ?
Maybe because that reminds you the
time that has passed
And you feel more older than ever
Like a lonely bird abandoned when
the winter comes
Surviving is the only chance
This time,
When your thoughts are lost
And your face shows nothing more
than sadness
In pale colours remained tattoo
over your filthy skin
That is when you feel the touch of
the last season
That is what reminds you of the
long starry nights
All of this turns your spirit blue
....when the time passes
You can only see a rainbow that stares
over an old church
Acrylic glass
You can only hear the whispers of
monks as they go
But you can't hear the bell
What does that mean?
You feel like an old abused statue
with crossed arms
You wait for your sins to be
forgiven
If only it was that easy
But no , your demons consume your
soul every day
Your disgusting devious eyes only
stare at one thing
The only
The innocent saint Magdalene.
I KNOW...!
I know
One day , you will understand
Feathers stay as proof of a flying
bird
Lost far away from the horizon
No turning back
No shelter
Very angry
Far away
Anxiety of an escaped shadow
I know
That this emigration has nothing in
common with rainy days
Neither the blooming flowers
It is an unusual escape towards
time , when the air smells the pain of earth .
Death of innocent leaves under the
meaning of life until madness
I know
that the darkness brings lonely
nights
No light , that gives you hope
No dreams , that give you freedom
No tomorrow
But only a dawn related to the
shadows of life in chaos .
It feels like the poison of broken
hopes
I know
that scream will destroy the walls
of broken memories
And what is dead will return to
life
No more envy trapped in a spider
web
And the voracious crowds and Kings
without crowns.
NEVER ASK A POET !
Never ask a poet about the
daylight,
How the dawn rises early
How the sun kills you with its
warmness
How you can see the half paths
remaining in the past where you first left them
That vision where your eyes start
to sparkle and you feel more alive than ever
Never ask a poet about the days
that go from the deepest twilights all covered in pity , a lonely moon drowned
in a plain lake burned alive with the flames of a fallen star
like a permanent shadow of a
repentant woman
Never ask a poet how sad the world
is
How his pain holds the name of
autumn
Like a fallen angel lost in a world
he can't fit in
His pieces distributed everywhere
and you can hear his scream carved as a chapter in a sad book
Most importantly , never ask a poet
about love
It breaks your heart,
leaks like a sin over a rainbow
full of colors
Suicidal seasons shine from the
innocent spirits and gods knocked down until forever.
TRANSLATED BY PETER TASE
AGRON
SHELE was
born in October 7th, 1972, in the Village of Leskaj, city of Permet,
Albania. 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 ( Nr 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 )”.
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, Kibatek 2015-Italy, Keleno- Greece, etc.
Currently Resides in Belgium and continues to dedicate his time and
efforts in publishing literary works with universal values.
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