Aged Children
On the burning
earth
Children bent
with worn-out hands
Rule a miserable
world
With stiff
smiles, pierced souls
They take steps
toward a sunless dawn
Crippled, at
uncertain crossroads, helpless to breathe
With tired,
congealed eyelids
In tears of
blood.
And the globe
howls, quivering
It bends,
feeling cold
Searching in
vain for a torch
Dreaming of a
thread of hope
Stretching out
broken wings
And embracing
the old children
But nothing
remains, except
The mirage of
youth
Lost in the
darkness of hell.
Maimed beneath
the rubble of itself
Swallowing the
dust of hypocrisy
Of this cruel,
wicked world
With no strength
left
To face the
silent war
Or stop the roar
of bombs where even the sky trembles,
Once, the entire
universe would light up
Now it mourns -
no one knows where…
The Epic Of The Phoenix
Sun-dust
glimmers 'neath craters unsealed,
Untold triumphs
time has concealed,
Carved in
tempests, on stone and flame,
By a tyrant hand
with no name.
The
blood-drenched Phoenix, whirls the sphere,
Thirsting in
hell’s own frontier,
Burns to ash
'neath ruins deep
Then rises
again, its vow to keep:
To rule the
world anew, unbowed,
Above the
silence of the crowd.
And we are mute…
I am mute…
Stripped of
power, stripped of truth.
I cannot fight
what mercy feigns,
Nor time’s cruel
chain that still remains.
Beheaded, blind,
we linger still,
Shadows of
glory, bent by will.
We leave behind
the sneer of loss,
Bear time’s
burden, feel its cross,
And chew the
darkness of the soul
No tears to
cleanse, no centuries whole…
Sculpted Symphony
(This poem is
dedicated to the tragedy of the 108 dead Albanians and 27 missing on the
Otranto channel on Good Friday 28/03/1997. Only 37 were saved. I also dedicate
this poem to all those who have not yet been able to save themselves with the
hope that these tragedies will end as soon as possible)
In the open air
Unheard-of
Symphony Began
with scary notes
Even the sea
rebelled.
Dancing Waves
shamelessly,
furiously
They brought to
the shore
Whispers without
moaning
of many little
angels
barefoot
floating, soaked
With dull smiles
Like the little
girl
Clinging to the
young mother
with breasts of
stone.
In the open air
The end of hope
was heard
and in a foreign
language
The sonnet of a
ship
It was sculpted
on the mirror of
the dark sea.
ANGELA KOSTA (ALBANIA & ITALY) Born
in Albania and residing in Italy since 1995, Dr. Angela Kosta is an
internationally acclaimed writer, poet, translator, journalist, editor, and
cultural ambassador. As the publisher and editor of the five international
print magazines Miriade, Spettro, Orizzonte, The Lanterns Poetry, and Nuances
on the Panoramic Canvas, she has established herself as one of the most active
and respected personalities in the contemporary literary and cultural scene.
Her distinguished career is marked by an unwavering commitment to literature,
intercultural dialogue, and the promotion of artistic and intellectual exchange
across nations. A member of numerous prestigious international academies and
cultural associations recognized and registered with the United Nations and the
Senate of the Italian Republic, she has represented Albanian literature at
international festivals, conferences, literary events, and competitions
worldwide. She also serves as President of the Press Office of the Tiberina
Academy of Rome and of the Chair of the Italian Woman, actively fostering
cultural cooperation and promoting women's contributions to literature and the
arts. Angela Kosta's literary works have been translated into 45 languages and
published across the globe. In 2026 alone, her writings exceeded 192
publications in international literary magazines, newspapers, anthologies, and
cultural journals. Her remarkable achievements have earned her numerous
prestigious distinctions, including the title of "Best Translator" in
China, recognition from the Albanian literary magazine Obelisk for her
translation of the poetry of Giosuè Carducci, and the title of
"Outstanding Figure" awarded by the Moroccan newspaper Akhbar7. She
was also listed among the 100 Most Distinguished Personalities in Arabic
Literature by Al-Rowad News and Barcelona Literary.

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