The wind of change will make for the future to be better, with hope, more beautiful than today…
Marjeta Shatro Rrapaj, one of the contemporary Albanian poets, shares her poetry
Marjeta Shatro Rrapaj, born in Gjirokastra (Albania), is one of the contemporary Albanian poets. Rrapaj studied Albanian Literature at the University of Gjirokastra. She is the author of 8 volumes of poetry and a book of prose. Two poetic volumes published in France in French. One poetic volume published in English and Spanish and the last volume published in 5 languages: Albanian, English, French, Italian and German. His poems are a mixture of imagination and reality. In 2019, she received the Alphonso G. Newcomer Poetry Train Prize in the United States and Canada for the poetic volume “Vesta” and the first prize of the Poetry Festival in Bulgaria.
FOR A BETTER WORLD…
We wander in the chaos of desires
Those big and small wishes
Among the chaos of the streets
Which ones should we follow to make them happen?
Movement with clouds, with birds
Sort by aircraft
After everything that flies
With the melody of love
For the life that collides with us
With the troubled reality
From the chaotic noise
Of cybernetic media power
Embedding into consciousness
That the wind of change will make
For the future to be better
With hope
More beautiful than today…
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DO NOT BE SURPRISED…
Don’t be surprised with me
Why do I want to answer to all the whys of this world?
Why I want to touch the boundaries of knowledge
Why I want to find out
The unknown dimensions of man
For feelings, passions, desires
So don’t be surprised how I behave
I am seduced by the perfection of my beloved
With words and eyes that burn the silence…
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TRANSIENT SUFFERING…
Cut off from people
For a long time.
Suffering great loneliness,
The pain of absence…
The outer void
Suppresses inner feelings
Leading to slow reactions
That burn in silence.
Difficult,
To give up desires,
From limited prohibited
By legitimate right
Fast
The moment will come
So that the fear of the mystery disappears
Courage is uncontrollable
Where new ideas will rule over personal ego
For balance of forces
For release from heavy shackles
That fate decides us unexpectedly.
Let’s finally wake up
From the parenthetical state of transitory insanity
With the long-awaited arrival of the leap year
Waiting for the wind of hope for peace of mind.
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SILENT…
My dream got old
Dream of a life full of trouble
Like the sun it appears and disappears
In the far horizon without end
Troubled sleep torments
It snatches again
Forehead covered in sweat
The body raised somnabul
Concerns recall
The soul prays
It begs for oblivion
Until dawn
Silent
The night fades away
Every dream
Every memory…
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EMERALD EYES OF LIFE…
Eyes thirsty for life
With the colors of the waters
They devour the horizon
Touch the intangible borders of the Sun
To rise above the ephemerality of the everyday
They hear the cries of the centuries
That come with the echoes of the wind
Through beaks of birds tearing the air
To rebuild the present
On the traces of the old
Covered in oblivion
With rust cuffs
That tighten the pains of the times
That went with a storm
On the goals of patience
To seek and find the flame of thought
At random intersections of fate
Frozen in icons of the holy faith
For clarification and clarification of mysteries
Like unknown hieroglyphs of tomorrow
Under the melody of the waves
Foaming with thunder
To reborn Venus
The shores of myths and legends
To amaze with forgotten souls
Back with the misty silence
That surrounds humanity
And with a magnificent view
It rules the skies of faith
Without allowing the modern Dantes to descend the stairs
To bring back “poor Beatrices”
Who sleep in the dark world of Hades…
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Prepared by Angela Kosta Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator
