Albania Returns

We are born naked 

like the word with so many meanings,

with very intimate appearance,

we dress in white…

In the first sense, life is the arrival,

you have to appreciate,

in the second sense, life is the welcome,

a struggle through tears,

in the third sense, 

life is a collection of moments you return for a while,

to run away very far…

And in the great escapes,

when everything is left behind,

we get a piece of sky overhead

And when the returns

come each day less,

we leave the memories instead.

Another time

You came to tell me

that the word is windy

and doesn't have a form.

A promise is a game,

Because the human and the dog

are the same. 

You came to tell me

that the time oldenst you trickily,

and the wrinkles in your forehead 

are put stealthily,

telling you love words.

It is bringing me words

from an abbys to another one,

that time stays tightly

in your puls.

In the ether

another time is coming.

Your time with another sun,

and another moon.

Down the balcony 

The evening shades fall aslant 

towards the stairs.

Down the balcony lay the bushes,

lay the wood, the long abysses. 

Down the balcony lay the quinces, 

lay the apples,

the muses, 

the wells 

and the waves of Jon. 

Shade after shade until the last hill 

fears lay down,

the shakings the rains, 

the equations 

and the doubts. 

Down the balcony are the winters,

are the ups and the downs. 

Down the balcony are the muses, 

are the lemons, 

the hands 

and the passing desires 

a flight of waves that fade.