ADRIATIK
JAÇE
Longing ... That Loses With Me
I miss my
mother a lot
For her,
my heart is crying
She made
me happy mornings, through dawn.
Like the
full moon, nights in forehead kissed me.
I feel so
small, lost in years
I miss
every word, every single necking
I miss
her aroma when she was near
I miss
any sound, I miss everything.
I'm so
empty mother,
For you I
am in pain
I want to
see your eyes, every wrinkle on your forehead.
To rest
tired, my head over your lap
From your
lullaby, let the world sleep.
I missed
your voice, I don't want to forget
From my
mind never leave, that terrible moment...
Something
you want to say but you couldn't talk
Your life
flew way
Torn us
apart...
Longing
for your sweet words.
For the
tear on your eye
When at
the front door
Always,
love you my son, bye...
Even for
your step
When come
down the stairs
And the
open arms, waiting for me, at gate
I will
come and talk with you
Like we
did, when you were here
I'll look
you the eye, in your grave on my knees
To touch
the soil and in years we walk...
Oh mother
how much I want to talk...
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Adriatik Jaçe
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Dated:
25/07/2019
You Rip Off My Summer.
Eh, the
winter, tore this July in the middle...
With cold
tears that flowing without stopping..
Got wet
all the leaves, that had kissed the sun
It pulled
out the outfits again, from the boxes
On the
streets people are running their fate ...
They run
under umbrellas...
And the
plants happily drinking
Evry
winters sip, coming from above...
A cold
wind that loses nakedness ...
I don't
know where the sun was confused.
Probably
with winter they had some cause.
For some
summer days, barrowed…
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Adriatik Jaçe
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Dated:
16/07/2019
Mother-Lymph Of The World
(For
Mother's Day)
Today,
the moon promised me ..
I know,
that keeps its word.
When to
get through that plateau
With my
mother's to stay close.
Talkk to
her,with some words
And to
say how much i love her
I can
tell her myself
But i
don't know,if she can hear me.
In that
world, where she went
Angel is
for us, her soul
Her eye,
like the eyes of eagle’s
Up there
in the moon, drawn.
My
mother's heart is gone,
Since her
soul to the stars, went
But I
feel and I hear her
When i
sleep, she's over my head.
Moon
don't go, wait a bit
Talk to
mother, send me a word
Today
with my head up, in the sky
I look
forward to see her alive.
If the world,
would not have mothers
It would
be, dried chump...
The
mother is the lymph and the blood
Blossom
the earth side by side.
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Adriatik Jaçe
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Date:
11/05/2019
ADRIATIK
JAÇE
ADRIATIK
JAÇE: He was born on 21.05.1971 in Përmet.
After graduating from high school, he continued his studies in Tirana
University. The passion for literature started when he was very young, passion
which it grows throw years, as well as numerous reading, was transformed into
poetry and creative spirit. Poetic dimension touches the highest peaks, has
beautiful colors, deep meanings and furthermore express the idea that goes
beyond limits of himself. His purpose is to represent world's peace and human
integrity. Occupation: Military and Business Administration.
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