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Living Beyond Herself
“To have faith means to live… Faith is the only thing that is ours by any means.”
Mother Teresa
Presently has arrived in herself and is living with the Angels
For those many years
From the great past
A marvel named Albanica was living beyond herself
With two spirits
One for God and the other for humanity

She was somewhat a blossoming flower- Gonxhe – and a small Calcutta
Was more Albanica and even more light
For humanity
She prayed and was part of
Prayers
She prayed and was
Illyricum
In prayers
Our mother Teresa
In 1978 Peace called upon you
Mother, in that year
I came into this world
Today
When I need pride
I depart for Kruja, the home of the Kastriots
And call upon Gjergj
When I need a star
From the Universe
Walk towards the ridge of the Sun
Call upon Rugova.
Our Mother Teresa
With your blessing I have fallen and
Wake up
As a Dardanian
The angels living in the sky
Smiled and waited
Your great disappearance
Huge disappearance
In all these many years
The fatherland is getting ready
For another day
Called Albanica

Continue to pray for humanity
For your homeless children
For your sacred Soil
Named
ILLYRIA
Many years went by
Since you have been away
And other people are coming
Beautiful flower, Gonxhe
Learned it in Shkrel
Kadare Said:
“I know a word from the stone”
Learned it in Shkrel
I have somewhere a palace of dreams
And now
You may bless the traces of Prekaz
And of the city of Gllogjan
We can see those anti-dreams in their eyes
Our father in the sky

Is looking at us with Sympathy
Say another word
Albanian
God Bless Arberia
Light a candle
Brighten the Fatherland
OF Illyria
This is the first time
Mother you are the light itself
everyone knows this
The past is not envied

For everyone
Only when he can be gone there, like you mother
Is a marvelous arrival in the past
Even Jesus knew the Albanians

But the storm took us away
What can you do to the evil fate
Neighbors happen to be this way
You have lived beyond yourself

You have arrived now and
Living with your self forever

Together with the angels
our future of tomorrow
Bring us today

Pray for us mother once more
because December is scary for me
And I don’t know what I am seeing
I suspect that Dardanian Spring is delaying its arrival
In order to overwhelm the cold of Dardania
Dardanika
Don’t forget four pieces
Separated
Mother you are our name shining in the sky
and in the Earth.

Jeton Kelmendi
Brussels, December, 2007

Albert NIKOLLA

Sun head-shaving,
Cassandra dreams,
Meadows and dogs running

The sun is washed in water, head-shaved galaxy
Until the foundation of your heart be built with concrete blocks,
My stomach swims a little further,
you that loves the sun hates me.

Cassandra also bathes in the waters of lunar Jupiter,
Woolly hair entangled with sex
water temperature minus a hundred and twenty-five kelvin,
It is said that neither freeze shall prevent terrible dreams,

Hitler and Achilles in a secret supper,
drink the blood of innocent Jews instead of wine,
Troy continues to feast,
As played by charlatans a whore with head of menthol,

Christ imprisoned for treason in the Vatican, by order of the people,
Atomic explosions expected in Kiev and Tehran,
Name of Moscow, expected to change in Tact
Satellites decipher hieroglyphics mysteriously from the sky
London alarmed by predictions of mediums:
Georgia will have blood.

You have decided on the grape squeezer as worn on the back of the oak
My pine fluid, with gestures of dirty naked kissing
As the place filled with flowers and shrimps,
Meadows are the belly and breasts the mountains sprinkled with green
The dead would emerge from underground wearing mole skins,
And hunters running dogs in fields,
The Kremlin will have killed sixty-six,
When the devil becomes prime minister.

Chronicler blinded by lack of truth,
I will go to mount Sinai and ask the burning bush,
On the one hand to hold the lamb, on the other a scepter,
Then will I shout until God listens to the seventh heaven,

“I was lost, how can I win,
Hell is far away, not to roam the area which you burn,
not to be depressed,
the shaft that rules our soul,
grinds with the utmost thought for Mother Teresa in Calcutta ”

Then,
Run-off in neat piles at a Jerusalem market
I will buy salad,
will cherish them mad English cows
and Albanian parliamentarians.

The sun emerges from the pool of galaxy and sneezing,
Within your heart cemented as the atomic bomb against the bunker,
You hate me because I shaved my head,
I am a creature of love in error.

Brussels, 07 November 2004

SKIZS ICE
BRILANTINE,
LIMBO
AND NOSTALGIA

On the icy sky of brilliantine,
hang thoughts, as well buckets over a deep basin,
So when the toad reaches in,
To cut away the clean surface of reflected sky
We will have water to drink.

Opinions will depend on how the grape blooms,
Under Monday’s secret night out in February,
The leaves will be our wildest conjectures,
Trunk of vine, the dreams,
Who will eat the berries,
Does the fox flee,
Through nightmares.

Being in the mill is grinding her sex,
As pure and poverty-stricken cows run to grass
When you prepare a dog for hunting, do you wear boots?
Since investigators do not distinguish a criminal from his tracks,
And when I shoot a hare:
do I send in cave bears?
Let the cry of the Saudi people scream,
Who killed the poor!

Time is a meaningless stretch of matter,
At the extremes of being,
I miss ice-cream,
In the winter night as he walks the streets like crazy,
I’ll put out my rebellion,
Monday will rob laughter brutally,
(So ‌‌how will I tremble from fear of heaven itself?
stars in the oil will be taken out)
And singing a Viking song,
Shall eat leisurely mounds as was a female,
As it melts, and nothing is left
Will focus on the Atomium to quench thirst,
Viewing the only movie that I love and hate,
“Commissioner Megre and others.”

This Sunday, was not seen at the Royal Cathedral,
Sad charlatan lovers on the run,
But when I returned to the mailbox I found a paper labeled,
Read: “You are an intractable beast,
a devilish creature with no heart – to bitter laughter,
which as punishment I replaced with another. ”
(We had made love last night,
not sex wiped up with toilet paper,
had but failed to exchange kisses, …
Can this be called Satanic!)

Will send my reply with sour dreams,
as do all poets without restart,
“Pierce my chest with bombs and missiles,
I will survive, you will die Remix of crackers,
Yet you’re the only girl who lives deep inside my heart”

On the icy sky with brilliantine,
hang thoughts as well buckets over a deep basin,
So when the toad reaches in,
We would have died,
without knowing love.

By eating vegetables on Sunday morning,
being half asleep from Brussels at night,
I thought of fleeing Mentlerit,
Daughter of Zodiac.

It was later
The rope was cut,
Carried over the burning flesh of forgetting,
We do not take our medicine
nor can we wash our hands,
No water, no fancy doing,
Backs itching,
In the basement of the house a cough is heard,
Pertussis women with shaved legs free.

Brussels, 21 January 2005
SADLY CHILDREN KNOW
THAT DISRUPTIVE FATHER

Afternoons are distressing
Above the glass plates with strawberry cream dessert,
The remaining salad will be thrown turtle,
In the aquarium with adjacent seats.

Sadness over the woman who is pregnant,
Coldness of the man who is sterile,
The child will never know the real father,
I will raise it in a rose garden.

Beer is cold and tastes wonderful in Brussels
I drink slowly and throw out a word without meaning,
As the loser in all seasons,
Beautiful asks if I drink coffee,
secretly with eye-lit-blouse.

Plateaus will fuse afternoon with the wind’s spirit,
And rain will arrive on the clouds of heaven as a camel,
The sun will be hidden by sneezing,
Love his failures.

And trains will leave the forest areas with grass,
Toward the Netherlands where windmills roll,
Where elephants cry like cows,
And shepherds walk with horses.

Diamonds of Antwerp in her eyes,
As he brings the coffee to our table,
And happy is the child in her womb;
Opposite my deep sorrow.

Brussels, 17 Mars 2006

Poetry of Lek PERVIZI
Live Peace

All human beings
That populate the earth
They love Peace
They want
The end of all war
Of all injustice
Of all hatred
Of all enmity

They walk together
An alive army
They proclaim aloud
Live peace
Live the pacific connivance
Between men
Live freedom
Live equality
Live the brotherhood
The three principles of Peace

Men
Unite you
High you
Your powerful voice
Do you walk
In the great march
Of universal Peace
Live Peace! Écouter
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Live Peace

All human beings
That populate the earth
They love Peace
They want
The end of all war
Of all injustice
Of all hatred
Of all enmity

They walk together
An alive army
They proclaim aloud
Live peace
Live the pacific connivance
Between men
Live freedom
Live equality
Live the brotherhood
The three principles of Peace

Men
Unite you
High you
Your powerful voice
Do you walk
In the great march
Of universal Peace
Live Peace! Écouter
Lire phonétiquement
 
Message of Peace

How to imagine peace
As a beautiful girl
Charming deity
That comes from cosmic heights
By bringing us
His celestial love
Happiness
Peace?

White dove
Which fly free
On the blue sky
Which come to us
To offer
The olive branch
The great message
The message of Peace.

Fly
Fly
White dove
Around the world
On all countries
On all nations
Proclaim to the people:
Love one another
Put an end to war
To injustice
To hostility
To hate
Unite yours
Hands on hands
In a human chain
The chain of brotherhood
Of the universal Peace!