SABAHETA ETA MERSIMI

 

Like A Stone In A Shoe

 

As I walk tired of life,

the thorn pricks me

accidentally stepped on

like a stone in a shoe,

sneaks up.

 

He insults any incitement

to hatred, inflicting wounds

to those on margins

 

The pebbles in my shoes, sting me,

when I walking deserted streets.

I’m lost, drowned through a thought!

 

Kao kamen u cipeli

 

Dok hodam umornа od života,

 trn me bode, slučajno zgažen,

kao kamen u cipeli,prišulja se.

 

 Vrijeđa me svako raspirivanje

 mržnje,nanošenje rana,

оnima na marginama.

 

 Peckaju me kamenčići u cipelama

dok hodam pustim ulicama

izgubljena tonem u mislima!

 

2

 

Stop the rains

Let the rains stop

don't cry anymore

Let the violin plays

a happy song

you have had enough

 of restlessness

 in your souls

There are a lot of grays clouds,

 let them calm down.

like seagulls, through the lake,

when chasing,

 touching us  a lot.

We do not need storm chases

we need some peace in ours soul. .

 

Zaustavi kiše

 

Neka kiše prestanu

ne plači više

Neka svira violina

veselu pesmu..

Dosta ti je nemira u duši

ima puno sivih oblaka

želimo da ih smirimo

kao bele labude u jezero. 

oluja ludila  dotiče  nas i dira,

nema potrebe za jurnjavama

želimo  malo duši mira..

 

My Soul

 

I look out the window

Catching silent steps

shadows of the past

Your mischief and

 hopping like a fairy in red

velvets dress

With long hair on the

shoulders

With a smile on his face and a

mischievous game imitates singers

Draganu, Nedu

 and mother, she admires you.

My black eye

mischievous girls,

My shining star

distance is between us

and mother thinks every night,

some dreams

  dreams about you,

 my sweet soul.

 

Moja duša

 

Gledam kroz prozor

Hvatanje tihih koraka

senke prošlosti

Vaš nestašluk i

 skakuću kao vila u crvenom

haljina od somota

Sa dugom kosom na

ramena

Sa osmehom na licu i

nestašne igre, imitira pjevačice

Draganu, Nedu

 a majka ti se divi.

Moje crno oko

nestašne devojke,

Moja sjajna zvijezda

udaljenost je između nas

a majka misli svake noci,

neki snovi

  sanja o tebi

 moja slatka duso

 

SABAHETA ETA MERSIMI

 

SABAHETA ETA MERSIMI, born 1956 living at village Zitose _ North Macedonia, married, mother of 4 lovely children’s and 7 grandchildren. Pensioner, humanist, BORKA, for human rights of women. and marginalizing groups in rural area. Her hobbies from an early age are reading, writing poetry, creativity, Hobby writing. First participation in the anthology & quot; Dance with death &; and then, regjale, Opa June 2021,, reseetrese 21 ,,, International Festival_Gostivar ,, Prayers 1200 ,, and the first independent Collection of Data Poetry, called ,, Imagination ,,. great enthusiast, sociability communicativeness, tirelessness, optimistic outlook on life rejoices and is satisfied with small things, draws themes and her inspiration is imagined 1st from the life of each individual, life, through encounters Communications come deep from the soul Painted on pieces of paper.