MIRANDA TROCI DERTI

 

MIRANDA TROCI DERTI

 

Prelud Resurrection

 

Erosion of a year of hope written in legends ..

This is the one we just started after a sad dream ..

with the heart covered with the icy frost of the mornings ..

of an axis left by shaky and fragile time ...

 

like exiled dreams never returned ...

in the traces left by the wrinkles in the migraine ...

left as homeless birds left forgotten on the road ..

of silent desires and prayers like a cortege opera ...

 

groans of rotten souls from time ....

which are melancholy and require a prelude to awakening ..

aged from injury inhaling steam from the mouth ..

they bring it out as a powerful curse ....

 

waking up we stutter among haunted souls ...

so much so that the wrinkles of aging so deeply ingrained in innocence ...

dressed in the hope of a dream after lost time ....

in the nakedness of a fake smile pretending to melancholy ....

 

misery hidden in the bone marrow to the depths ...

slowly we buy the days we live like shy behind the clouds ...

built behind iron walls of total insolubility ..

under the sound of bells woven into the ocean of Dreams again .....

 

 

Darkness Speaks To Her !!!!

 

Darkness spoke to her in her footsteps ...

the warm images took the storm ...

The dream burned like a candle in the flame ...

like an "icy frost" in the long eternal winter ...

 

darkness in the heart..immoral brought out ...

submissively enslaved act in pride ...

super.conscious egoism darkened me ..

authoritarian sovereign walks in itself constructed fantasy ...

 

your careless ironic backstage

you ruined her dream as in a comic role ...

your manly virtues sink in madness ...

feed the brain .speak to yourself cowardly behind the scenes ...

 

to understand a woman it takes a million times smarter ...

it is not a "train of pain" to call them in your stations of madness ...

she fulfilled your cruel desires by martyring herself ..

her deep silence is the price of your ruined A.D.N.

 

 

Ask The Night

 

I have a question for you tonight dear ...

the answer I am sure only you can tell me ..

do I have hope and reason to wake up to white dawns ..

the sun of hope will warm us after the frosts of the storms ...

 

life will ask me why you woke up o good man ..

suferins to pass like a dream turmoil before the eyes ..

There is no reason why tomorrow will be dark again.

in the clouds you will wander in the darkness without stars ...

 

a thousand and one reasons you had time to deny ..

the hopes you had despised to kill the good abundance blinded you ..

himself loses reason hope for .. future s.mendove ..

eat your days and hours irresponsibly ..

 

at night you planted it yourself because the darkness of the ghastly reason begs ..

and now he asks again for reasons in the shadow of repentance and awareness ..

the mission of the time imminent turmoil of the head ..

of today truncated spirit live between the fog and the smoke ...

 

in your silence I stand write meditate I wonder ..

why do you wake up ??? life near you reason s.ka ...

meaningless image surrounds us the space in the universe ...

with words that do not know how to relate, the answer was given by time ...

 

rest in the "debauched tranquility" of the night in the Dreams that you yourself disturbed ...

you are the one who blinded the irresponsible reason before everything ..

but still do not give up Give the dreamer the reason you asked ..

repent for the time you ate open the eyes of the revival of hope the meaning create ...

 

MIRANDA TROCI DERTI

 

MIRANDA TROCI DERTI: Born in Rec on 26/07/1972. Married in Bllice. She currently lives in the city of Peshkopi ..Graduated in History Geography !!!Mother of four children !!! In 2011 she lost her husband !! Profession ;;;; Teacher..poet ... Author of lyrics !!!! Author of two or three books and  expects other publications !!!! Member with a membership card of the Artistic Association "Jehona Shqiptare !!! Member with membership card of "Literary Club PRINC MUZAKA .. Member of the Global Union of Albanian Poets ... Member of A.B.C..POETIKE SKOPJE ...Awarded the Golden Pen Award by the Artist of the Nation Margarita Xhepa !!! Nominated for the Nobel Prize .. Executive director of the Poetic Breeze Union .. Recipient of dozens of diplomas, gratitude, poetic evaluations !!!! Her passion is poetry !!!!