AUTUMN LOVE IN PRISTINA
We met in the fall,
in the amphitheater you tweet…
the streets of Pristina,
in the cold night,
shoot me like a mountain fairy.
the stars were aligned
that summer evening in your tear,
we were both lost in the untouched oasis
and the lips stopped at the sounds FlokArtë.
Why did we travel, tell me why
in the cold winter and snow,
the beaming sun gave us a gift,
you ray of sunshine lit me siashra.
Why did we run to the meadows, why
in the early spring fragrance of love
we pray to the flowers of the green field,
embraced we felt exotic intoxication.
VALENTINE’S DAY
Lora
embroidered Valentine’s Day
on the map of love
Egnatia-Naisus street
and in passing I also took
the honey flavor
from the hot ashes
of the estinguished fire.
Lora
like a blonde ladybug in the meteorite
nobody whispers
on the map of love
and the star twister out of exhausted longing
in the timeless feeling
brought the freshness of age
the kiss of the mountain like Hera from Olympus
departed in the endless today
night.
Lora
frozen in heat
slightly heated to the bosom of love
“I’m very cold
Lan takes me with him
tonight
I do not want flowers
a white rose
to have for Valentine’s Day! “
DON’T FALL IN LOVE WITH LORA
Do not fall in love with Lora, my friend,
for she has left her heart in pledge with mine.
It beats within my chest like a wave,
like the echo of a song across the mountain line.
You may kiss her lips,
you may call her yours,
but her eyes are skies without a sun,
a night without a moon,
a cloud without rain,
a flame without ember
burning, yet hidden in a cold bosom.
You may hold her close,
you may call her your own,
but her love she left to me in pledge,
through ages and through time unknown.
So fall not for her gaze, young man
she is the dream of a silent yearning.
You will have a love without hope,
for her heart remains my pledge, forever turning.
