Saturday, August 1, 2020



Meeting With You

We'll meet in a day,
as two intertwined souls,
wait for me sweetheart, I will come,
with troubled look!
I saw you tonight, what fun,
my heart rejoiced,
likewise a volcano puffed lava
our souls a tumultuous sea ...
We looked into our eyes
Moon has accompanied us,
and I am asking you unceasingly
why I cannot write poetry?


During the night I fall in love with the stars,
I watch them silently
I made a deal with the Moon...
while I talk to them she shouldn’t get angry
I love this endless space,
I'm everywhere and nowhere...
How can we not meet?
By Rita Hoxha

Those who meet in songs,
Meet all the nights,
Those who meet in a dream
Meet all the days…
Those who encounter the desire
to create the world
and how can we not meet?!


Home has no lighting
the souls walk slowly for not awaking me,
and for not leaving me without writing
the sorrow through the home
it passes from one corner to the other one,
and it comes back again and goes where it started
to cross the terrible spiral...
The house is empty:
a song without sounds,
a pianoforte without the keyboard,
a sea without shores
and the feet without known streets ...
The home
needs my father's hand
to open it with crackling
and invite in the friends.

RITA HOXHA (Oxha) she is from Durres and she migrated from Albania to Italy in the early 1990s where she now works as a translator and president of the union of immigrants for Puglia, Calabria and Basilicata. She began her literary creativity early and has published her works in newspapers and magazines both in Albanian and Italian. Recently he works as an editor at a newspaper Corriere di Puglia ed Lucania wherein she has her own column in bilingual, so in Albanian and Italian as well. Her activity is growing up day by day and she is member of an international organization and began working there as a International consultant... She also writes for the newspaper named Metropolinotizie

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