JULJANA MEHMETI

JULJANA MEHMETI

To Sappho …!

I turn into a crushed particle

in purple colour,

the invisible part of the air

to the disintegrated cells awaiting the cosmos

to the wings of the butterflies

the purity of a free flight

feelings approaching the light of a vision

coming …. Suddenly this morning

over the eras of silence

of swirls surrounded by crowned glances

dust on the old retina,

that whitens the illumination of the goddesses

incomprehensibility of love affections

life madness discharged into a cup turned upside-down,

crystal with the colour of fire and taste of wine

on the lips of a Sappho,

while kissing and melting with the graces of a star,

and like a Moon through the night

with the abducted light of the soul

quenched the cold thirst of darkness.

Transparent Roads

The light broken into a grey swirl

the era confuses the space…

dipped into the enigma

entrances of sensation sensors,

to ocular oceans

unknown,

discovering images

of a common existence

lived somewhere …, sometimes

to the far west,

wrapped with the ancient cloth,

forgotten

in the wings of seagulls.

seated on the lips…,

which paint in silence

transparent roads…

crossing long distance,

to the past of desires

and kisses…

wings stretched to the emblems of the past

surrendered to the feeling

questing,

for the invisible sky

which safeguards the remembrance.

Thoughts …

Mercury shines tonight on the galaxy

lavishing thoughts without any gravity

The moon remains with a smile hidden to the mysteries

while I recall

whether I was rain or wind

descending

the sea keeps on with murmuring the prayers of the mermaids

entangled over the years

collision fevers with disobeyed waves

coming and going

cold sand mingling between the fingers

dripping tears

thirst and salt …

I am swinging to my questing space

“the burning flame will be somewhere”

the darkness is coated with white clouds

dreaming of the awakening of light

in a lost corner

light of thoughts

in the way of the heavens,

that perhaps the dawn will bring them

with hidden life smiles.

TRANSLATED BY ARBEN HOTI

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 published in English language “In his light” (Demer Press, 2019 and in Italian language "Namasté” (Libri di – Versi in Diversi Libri- 2020).  She currently lives and works in Ancona, Italy.