JULJANA MEHMETI

JULJANA MEHMETI

TEMPLE

I cannot hide the color of my spirit

always shinning to the highest sky,

rainbow above rainbow which connects two banks,

paces to the stairs of the sun,

a raindrop remained in the window

outlined in the charts of blue facades

the world lost to the unknown boundaries

in the eyes of the dusks reawakened again.

My temple remains the same

with oracles

which retrieves the hope to divinity

chasing after other thrones of Gods

albatross wandering in the storm,

reflected to the glowing candlesticks of yearn

and burned to the last love!

Well, the last migrants left

slowly they are fading away flying to the sky ...

I am the only one remaining here

to the same abandoned park

bare to the sin of the season

the lone guide

of the way with no return  …

BEHIND THE CURTAINS …

and the word spread out

to an open alley behind the curtains of thoughts

very distant from our area

somewhere there between the clouds

where skies are torn and lightning is ignited

flares between feelings

waves of feelings confined to the silence

with na orbital movement of veins,

which blazes

reborn of dawns

the blazed volcano

through the cycle of time existence

and wanders to the eternity among us

laid in  white sheets of hieroglyphs

carved to the wandering which follows us…

in a bed of feelings

wings of a veil with entrusted hope

the separated flows, life...

FLIGHT..

We fly to the celestial orbits

questing for further emotions

where each feeling is linked to the specter of the color...

Post-autumn musical notes

score of my soul.

… and an instant comes where everything is outlined

in a harmonic dance of sensations,

where paces leap the circles

of the flying wings,

innocence of crossed arches.

And you stop..

observing,

illuminated drops of dew,

which reach the ocean of eternity.

You are a star

swallowed by the galaxies,

among sighs of the breathing universe,

… until the eternity.

REBORN

I have learned to keep silent,

like a muted nymph punished by Hera

the unconstrained jealousy of the head-goddess

my inability to express my feeling.

And I remained silent

to the Olympus with the heart drawn to the earth

deaf beatings

of the dumb chords

eyes which swallowed up all skies

and shined to the altar into the blinding suns.

Reborn as Dionysius

I returned to the merci of Zeus

once more, me, the siren  of azure waters

appearing like the waves of the sea of love.

JULJANA MEHMETI

JULJANA MEHMETI was born in the city of Durres, in Albania. Since she was a child she became fond about literature and writing, especially poetry, a genre that in the following years will turn into a real life motive, a way to better express her ideas, her thoughts, her visions and metaphysics , her point of view according to her consciousness but also improving the awareness of the same suggestion that surrounds the human world. The first book “Soft – Poems” published in Italian language attracted the attention of publishers and Italian literary criticism, not only for its particular style, but also for new words, the language used, the philosophical message and the currents present in her poems that go from Hermetism to Surrealism. The second book comes from the field of translation entitled “Vramendje” – (Rimugino “) of the Italian author Alessandro Ferrucci Marcucci Pinoli, which will constitute the first experience in this field, but will also strengthen his long-standing conviction, to know and translate in his language, many popular Italian authors.. The collection of poems “Oltrepassare” is her new book, which presents itself with the new tendencies of Albanian literature, postmodernism and universal consciousness, from experimental currents to absurdity. She currently lives and works in Ancona, Italy.