Solitude
Oh you scary
solitude, you wicked witch,
Your hands of
terror, how time you buckled my throat,
How many time
you approached with traps and sticks,
And with your
claws open, you threw over to me.
How many time
you given me the brains of a fool,
You made me
forget everything sweet in this world,
To walk
thoughtfully and close my eyes as if from flames,
My veins
throbbed, my blood pressure raised.
The black day
seemed to me like a dark night,
And I walked in
years like a lifeless, like a lonely
one,
How many times
have you made me see the end of the world,
And the sun
above, although hot, didn't warm me.
But you didn't
take me with you, you couldn't beat me.
Even though
confusion crashed into my arms,
I burned you
claws, although with hot tears,
I threw away
insidious kisses, and your words "I love you".
How many times
have we groused and both fought,
In the dark,
insidious recesses with devils of the years,
And I'm still
not given to your cruelty,
I fought with
the rope around my throat like the myths.
Through
crossroads like two enemies we are separated,
you threw me
away in the taverns where I asked for help,
How many times I
hung my soul in the saddle of history,
And the heart
has asked to be silent for the last cry?
You wanted to
kill me, to take me that little bit of breath,
With the vapours
of alcohol and the blessed glass,
But you couldn't
pull me to drown me in your current,
And why, in
front of you, I looked often like Don Quixote.
Me was forget by
all, the close company was almost lost,
They looked at
me with fear, as if I had cholera,
Some "good
friend" secretly looked at me as if
Gone, lost and
the beautiful words, the wind took them away.
Tired, often
exhausted and hopeless,
Around me, I saw
often the black bottom of a well,
The world from
its foundations, in its ruins, is shaken,
And the terrible
sleep of death seeks to tear me away.
A woman's hand
grabbed my hair and shook me,
She woke me up
to see the sky again and took me with herself,
Her gaze often
defeated my fearful temptation,
She opened my
eyes once again to the hope of this life.
Made me see the
green grass growing up,
The surrounding
trees are opening new flowers every day,
She reminded me
that this life is still beautiful,
Filled with
aromas, flavours and new colours.
Among The Crowd
From solitude
and silence, he was tired enough
Closed the door
and went out into the crowd,
Once upon a time
his house was lighted up,
Like spring -
full of life and noise.
They all talked
that day in the crowd,
That gloomy,
cloudy morning,
Who with the
others and who with themselves,
Many times, like
pantomime, without voice.
The sun
brightened on someone,
In the eyes,
words and in their sight,
Someone had
still the night left,
In his eyes from
restless sleep.
As part of the
crowd he pushes with wings,
To mix with it,
he tries to say something
But cried out
with pain's voice: "Ah!"
When crowd's
current carried him beyond.
Even though he
was is pain, he didn’t know,
why he felt good
in the crowd,
maybe that life
in loneliness,
Put on him some
shadows of fear.
The Seniors’ House
1
Tonight, they
will remove you,
From the house
you love so much,
Where dreams
draw you,
The dreams you
left endless.
2
The illness like
plague,
It eats, grinds
you,
Fate asks you to
go away
To leave you
your home.
3
The wind is
howling outside,
Cracks her head
on Gravel,
The door cries
and tears,
How worried it
was!
4
Winter clouds
are heavy,
Above your look
they stay,
Feeling of despair,
It consumes your
soul.
5
Children you
loved so much,
Raised them with
difficulty,
But not a voice
came now to you,
To take away
some of your sorrows.
6
They have a lot
of worries,
Maybe, far away
there, in exile,
But still your
eyes remained,
Night and day on
the eve.
7
Now the pain is
silent,
Silent as a
curse,
The eye wanders
endlessly,
It can't find an
explanation.
8
The disease
plays and mocks,
With your luck,
your life,
Like a witch she
wanders,
At the corners,
everywhere around.
9
So the nursing
home,
It looks like a
corpse,
And perhaps from
suffering,
It weighs more
in your soul.
10
Where did your
dreams go,
Into which abyss
of oblivion,
Where lost and
extinguished,
the sun of your
hope?
11
That hope that
shone,
The years of old
age,
The hope which
spoke to you,
sweetly, on days
of boredom?
12
That the boys
will return,
With nephews,
nieces together,
The stars above
would get drunk,
With your party
outside.
13
So today also
the sky,
Like a stone on
your back,
You say the sun
is lost,
It doesn't
matter to you anymore?
14
Today the heart
does not cry,
But painfully
drips blood,
When you look
longingly,
And put the foot
on the eve.
15
If they had
plucked it,
You wouldn't
have felt it
Memories flood
you,
Today as never
before.
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. Now live in USA. He has written many volumes of poetry in Albanian and the last in Italian and English. 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" 2018. 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 places in "Europian Poetry Championship” 2020. He was awarded the title ARTISTIC HONOR OF THE DIASPORA in 2021, by "Jehona Shqiptare" for his contribution to the National Poetry Festival in Albania, edition 4, as the Deputy Chairman of the Festival. He is elected member of the evaluation committee of poets participating in the national poetry festival to be held in 2023, organised by "Jehona Shqiptare” in Albania. Up to now, with his poems he is part of 54 national and international anthologies. His poems have been published in many newspapers in his country and abroad.
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