RITA HOXHA

RITA HOXHA

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?

Stars

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

reunite,

and how can we not meet?!

Home

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

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