KUJTIM HAJDARI

 

KUJTIM HAJDARI

 

A Flower I Had

 

I once had a beautiful flower,

Full of color and full of smell,

The world looked so wonderful,

As if spring always bloomed.

 

But the flowers are delicate enough,

As much as they have beauty,

With them aren't strife, nor wrath,

They accept only wisdom.

 

Otherwise, they dry and take the night,

We, unknowingly, lose them forever,

Leaving us, in the soul, only a little light,

From memories scattered everywhere.

 

 "Ah, as if, - we say with a sigh -

As if I had the beautiful flower again! "

The memories return us, back, as it did once,

When the flowers beat the wings like a butterfly.

Kujtim Hajdari

 

Sings A Bird

 

Out of the  the window, a bird, sings,

With a beak it attacks the gllas and strikes,

He wants to tell me something,

His sweet tweets calls me to arise.

 

"When I're locked in the house as you

To heaven, every day, a part will die. "

Then he fluttered his wings and fled on the blue.

As if to say, "Come, I'm waiting for you.

 

My arms grew and I am amazed and now,

When in the wings of dreams I flew after him,

I don't know how many the truth is that, I don't know,

But, from my heart, I don't erase those moment.

Kujtim Hajdari

 

Trace ..., How Much Killed Me!

 

Often times, on my shoulders, fell the raining,

The lightning, blinded my eyes, with flame,

And the thunderings left me deaf, left me blind

But they fled one day, gone as a game.

 

They hide aside in my memory,

Except their traces, they remained for long,

(Too long in time, how they killed me ...!)

My soul was covered with blackness and night.

 

They were never forgotten, nor erase,

With their sad and dark colors,

They were written and left deep in my eyes,

Left their shadows, although faint.

 

It happens they wake me up from sleep,

Smiles sometimes turn me off, cut them off,

I feel deeply the empty soul, that something lost,

Except desire and hope, for future, I strong keep.

Kujtim Hajdari

KUJTIM HAJDARI

 

KUJTIM HAJDARI: Kujtim Hajdari was born in Hajdaraj on April 10, 1956 in the city of Lushnja in Albania. He completed his university studies in Albanian language and literature in Albania. He worked as a literature teacher in high school. He has been in exile in Italy for years and since 2010 he has also become an Italian citizen. He has written many volumes of poetry in Albanian and the last in Italian. He has participated in many international competitions where he has had several appreciations and awards as: The CUP of the special prize of the "GOLDEN PAGES OF ITALIAN POETRY" 1918. First prize for the diaspora of the Poetry Festival in Albania, 2019. The CUP of prize of the magazine "World poets and their poetry" in Romenia, 2020 FINALIST in 7 place in "Europian Poetry Championship” 2020, etc. Up to now, with his poems he is part of 34 international anthologies. His poems have been published in many newspapers in his country and abroad.