MIRANDA TROCI DERTI

MIRANDA TROCI DERTI

Sweetly Lie To Me.

How sweet and pleasant is the word "love"

is born with a glance. a word. A smile a kiss

continues with a bunch of flowers. A gift. meeting. temporarily sweetness

but more beautiful. his bitterness. when she returns tears and prayers

a miracle that the word love loses its meaning

we live in a time when they fearfully try it

the volcano of disappointment. drown in the lava of injury

someone smiles sweetly. And for you the tears of everyday life continue

heartlessly tell me. I’m busy as. kam

next to the perch. under the armpit of betrayal

phone. disposition. dedication. I am haunted

like a matchstick ..burn me in the fire of innocence

for me no time ..no feeling nor even just a word

but the other where he forgives. gives him reasons without reason mood where he finds

un as a wrongdoer ..born to endure and forgive

you have the blood of a traitor who feeds the aorta of the heart with it

you smile figuratively .as a model top in pictures

before my innocent eyes he finds the reasoning at the moment

foolishly sigh and sigh and believe you again

and you sarcastically your victim. Sweets and lies ...

Poisoned Spring!

What did you bring us, my majesty?

The air we want, why did you stop me?

You made my lungs wrinkle my mushrooms

you quietly transformed my liveliness

Two bites of frightened bread frightened eats

Shaking with fear like a mouse in a hole

Locked inside the walls, he puts the key to the door

No words, no hands, no sighs, nothing

Neither hand as should I give it to anyone to behave deafly. meme without mouth without voice

Well I had a piece of room and I have a place to hang out

A piece of bed a pillow where the head to sleep

If you are a poor beggar who wanders the streets for a piece of bread

Where will you find salvation from this poison where you hide??

But you "oh wretched" do not be afraid to skew

You will find something from the virus or any kind of flu that passes

Where money and luxury lock you inside

There he touches because there he found the nest

We thought along with Winter the heartless old man we conveyed

Earthquake, victims, ruins that we and the whole world saw with our own eyes

We waited for a sweet spring full of sweet honey

But the pain already increased and the poisoned spring came anyway !!

Until when?? until when? Does this bitter poison end?

In world histories neither seen nor heard

Closed within four walls with the key in the door

Even breathing is forbidden???

Escape the poisoned spring along with the poison it brought

Give me back the freedom you unjustly took from me

Give me back the light of my eyes that darkened my eyes

You brought back the smile from my life that stopped me

My heart does not make me but I have to curse you

For better or worse I have to shout at you

It gives me a ray of hope that the soul is bursting

Let go, let God take care of you and let your woe be done, I told you!!!

I Am Innocent My Tears!

Desperate to use. Tear took the opportunity

Still not the rudeness of updating time

I'm not so sinful .and why so many came to me

why yes why so flowing to me. injuries. Suffering and disappointments

why oh tears chose me. Spread in life

do I have the right to life? Or life s.me gives me right

is there light and hope for me. Or Only Night of smoke and fog

or so life came. Or as day offers to understand

you am what is possible. justice as guardianship.as s.duroj

are that ideal female. That I honestly nurture myself

I'm better to see. And with the look I struggle

but even though in this. time to kill myself that I find

I am the same one who meets the criteria of a woman who dreams of who she is

I live by criteria and morals .no All who have and enjoy

I only know justice. But time allows more

Japanese etiquette culture. Who deserves it

they do not know evil. because evil never sows in itself

I am the offspring of goodness

I do not agree show me ..with ignorance and folly mar

Fully announce altitude values. You are qualities as a female representative

I have no face, but I have wealth, family and morals

not that they for arrogance. As I want to sell you mind

as nobody's subject. But the injury and the use of tears are forgiven

but I want to be real ... and the truth for every angle

I do not live in luxury. But luxury and haram that I covet

I just want a little ... but with sweat on my forehead with work and cleanliness

to see the way that possible after. And after him to run

with one face my Mother gave birth to me. I live one .and not me two because it stains and stains

I have a name and a wife ... but I believe in the work of manhood

even though his own army. Too narrow to walk in war

even though in the sea of ​​innocence. I drowned and direct money

but never the Awakening of sun

 I smeared. With nothing negative. I decided to determine the goodness of this humanity

MIRANDA TROCI DERTI

Miranda Troci Derti: Birthday 26/07/1972. Born in the village of Rec and living in Peshkopi. Mother of four children. Graduated. History geography. Occupation. Teacher. Poets. Author Lyrics. Passion poetry.