MIRANDA TROCI DERTI

 

The River Of Life!!

 

All the rivers that flow is the title of a true film.

But for me, every dream turned into an ocean of every suffering..

In every aspect, you will suffer, but never be defeated...

The waves are breaking, sailing hard, rocking...

 

They say that drop by drop the well is filled but an ocean is filled..

Nē pluses minuses collected soul nē ofshamē...

The bitter steam that life gives off freely...

In the spiritual depth of course elaborated....

 

You gave me all the rivers that flow, O life, O man...

What sows the ordeal of pain, narrow and painless..

We cast the experienced actress in the role of black and white....

The ghastly re-election was set by the disobedient....

 

The actress in this role is really experiencing the pain...

Life in front of his eyes denied him every kindness and threw every wave..

The river of suffering, the deep wave followed him well...

The lightness of the silent patient...

 

The poet of experience, call me, say me without hesitation..

Her soul smiles but is silent until it hurts...

She recognized the seder before every sacrifice nē dēnim....

He poured out the waves of that river that flowed painfully...

 

In The Morning Meridians!!

 

Between the wrinkles of time that cover the past..

Written every day without hope I lead..

Of the gray meridians that the years bring..

On the rotten paper in the hour there I will remember..

 

During hopeless days traveled lost...

In those dreams, I rub my eyes and find myself...

Immersed in the bitter everyday reality...

I will tell you how much it comes and goes deep, there I find myself...

 

We travel vainly and falsely everywhere and in every sphere..

His senses were absorbed by the beauty and kindness...

We ourselves raised the fijat of the pilgrim.

We beg for forgiveness, but never in repentance...

 

A ghastly wind engulfed us in the dreamlike emptiness...

Scents of hatred, swollen veins and heartburn from terror...

To this little boy who sees me with his eyes...

Her heart where hell itself rules...

 

Unexpectedly, I chose this style, but I fell on my own...

In the beautifully laid out marriage where your foot is on your back..

Remorse unknown and irresponsible..

But medueshēm capricious cynical reprehensible of course ...

 

So mourn yourself because you got the criticism...

The human being is humiliated by madness...

Inaudibly plays with the mind but cynical anyway..

You killed yourself, but you also infected others...

 

No, I'm Not Her????

 

You are nobody, until yesterday you were without any title 

or you didn't even know your name to write..

Without any profession but begging for a career with haram..

You want to play on the tears of the innocent with his pain...

With your dirt that the earth can hold...

 

With the words of the careerist head of shamelessness, I raise glory...

In the bed of emperors, there is the account of the scum...

In the triumphs of your ego, you wanted to get rid of me...

But I'm not the one who falls prey to shame...

 

In the desires of lust, smiles, monstrous romances....

There I raise this explanation on your seal of disgust....

Famēs don zhuane, you made the chorus and melodious timbre..

Your vulgarity has been exhausted....

 

I change the beds of immoral shamelessness....

That he uses his face for dirty shopping....

Not even for scandal games...

I am. sedērlie that falls prey to the painted beds...

 

I am not the one who begs. fame on account of lovers..

I have one face and only one until I die...

I don't buy into anyone's immorality no matter how hard they try...

I don't use the bed for career and interest...

 

MIRANDA TROCI DERTI