Thursday, June 1, 2023



The Timeless Time


My favorite café is near the Cathedral

There I listen to the church bells ringing

and the sights of the past

Hustling people do not have time to count psalms

They simply take visual photos,

Carrying with them, memories of a legend they don’t know

Never learning anything about soulful prayers


Again and again, I sit there

The same plaza with thousands of sculptures

With Legionnaires donning medieval cloak

Effigies that evaporate in the coffee steam.


Maybe it is the accumulated despair

Of the generation’s sacrifice and the whip of punishment

But all have that relentless gaze

The same way as the apostles,

who were born and passed away.


My coffee is very simple

A table and two chairs

In one of them sits my absence

A gaze that absorbs the heavens is seated in the other

And like this, in our worldwide travel

Maybe coming from the monastic past

A forest of people gathered around “the cross of fate

And a time of murmurs that fills in“ the cathedral.


I Am Coming Tomorrow, Certainly…!


I am coming tomorrow, certainly…!

As soon as sunset will show at the skyline

And the first twilight reaches for the city, arm wide

When the sun makes way for the stars

And we start talking about another world

The one where sky and earth are kissing

And the belches savour a sea.


I am coming tomorrow, certainly… !

Like I used to come, to the meadows where spring was greening

No tears anymore, meddling with the autumn rains together

Because they dissolve me … and carry me away like the leaves.


I am coming tomorrow, certainly…!


In My Secrecies


In my secrecies

Everything flows like a tumultuous river

Downpour of autumn rains

Sliding and crushing

And then a white wave

That resembles the rippling of a divine beauty

The muse’s nickering with curls flying to wind

Wet from the tears of clouds

And ripped, sky on the yellow carpet of the season.


In my secrecies

In everyday chaos the curtains of the soul are raised

The turbid waters dance

Like a belch disturbing the silent scenery

In the last instance of purity

Arrives to wake up the moment of solitude

And gone, to the shores without mercy.


In my secrecies there is a world

There is a color too

The color of the sunset behind the skylines

The color of birds forgotten in migration..


Translated Into English By Merita Paparisto




AGRON SHELE: (Albania – Belgium) He was born in October 7th, 1972, in the Village of Leskaj, city of Permet, Albania. Is the author of the following literary works: “The Steps of Clara” (Novel), “Beyond a grey curtain” (Novel), “Wrong Image” (Novel) , “Innocent Passage” (Poetry), Whiste stones ( poetry) RIME SPARSE -Il suono di due voci poetiche del Mediterraneo (Poesie di Agron Shele e Claudia Piccinno), La mia Musa (“Libri di-versi in diversi libri” – Italy, 2020); murmure d’ un autre monde (poetry), “Ese-I and Ese-II) ” . Mr. Shele is also the coordinator of International Anthologies: “Open Lane- 1,” “Pegasiada , Open Lane- 2 , ATUNIS magazine ( Nr 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 )” and Atunis Galaxy Antholgy 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023. He is winner of some international literary prizes. Is a member of the Albanian Association of Writers, member of the World Writers Association, in Ohio, United States, Poetas del Mundo, WPS, Unione world Poetry and the President of the International Poetical Galaxy “Atunis”. He is published in many newspapers, national and international magazines, as well as published in many global anthologies: Almanac 2008, 2017; World Poetry Yearbook 2009, 2013, 2015, The Second Genesis -2013, Kibatek 2015-Italy, Metafora (Poland), Keleno- Greece, etc. Currently Resides in Belgium and continues to dedicate his time and efforts in publishing literary works with universal values.



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