As I look at Billy.

As I look at Billy,
Chair-shaped,
His curved back
Like an eyebrow,
That not so
Perpendicular line
Shutting inside
Crowds of men,
Forever sipping coffee,
I feel
In slow motion
Shots of days
Shots of nights
Days, nights
As long as my regret.
As a mother,
The attraction to
Killing the pain
Does not scare me

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I feel raving, oh so raving!

Yet I sit there, trying to find something to say as if I had no simple thoughts that fill my mind at any pulsing of time (having three kids and a husband!). I think I` m simply incapable of indicating details and describing thoughts or feelings or situations so I cling here and there in [...]

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On the window sill.

Ky kundershtimi yt
Oh! kaq i meket
Perplot me pohim
Te dyshimeve te mia
Dhe kjo farse e gjate
si bisht fustani
qe ti ma fryn ne fytyre
erashke e dorashke!
Me terheq per flokesh
dhe rrenjesh figura jote.
Une me U magnetike
Dypolare , kuq e blu ,
Fanele futbolli
Dhe flamur indiference
Shpalosja e te cilit
Kerkon perhere
Prej meje ere ,apo fryme [...]

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Love is a misunderstanding!

She says
She doesn`t like the night,
This hairstyle
Around her face,
Curls of dark,
Hairpins of stars
Like villages
That appear and not,
Just a spark.
She says her heart
Now is a pillow
Candy of childhood
that she forgot ,
on the table,
in the corner,
on the right.
She says
nobody hears
The drums,
The beatings,
The rains.
Nobody sees
The island,
Cross-legged
Eating her life
With no stains.
I do not know her
When she says
Such [...]

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I pathetically sympathise with myself.

Lule helmi neper fyt
Per mua
Ti rrit
Me perkujdesje prehese .
Sfera, sfera poleni ,
Gjaku im shumohet
Ne ngjitje pingule .
Kolone largpamese
Gjaku im
Qe te ndjen ty
Si zvogelohesh
Brenda retines time
Njeri prej letre
Ne varg i ngjitur
Me sy bosh
dhe zemer te holle
njedimensionale .
Shprishe me duar te mprehta
Paqen time
Per nje themelim te ri
(jo partiak) .Deshmoje
kete vizatim rrenojash
nen [...]

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Tediously.

You don`t read
In between my reticent shoulders.
Tho`words do not possess
That plantlike transparent skill
To pacify,
They reveal layers.
Always a jot of truth left behind
And seasoned irony at hand
For the awkward process
Of asserting the real aim
Down the gnarled throat.
It can be that I say,
But to be measured and heard,
In childish anticipation,
Unable to discard your image
And untangle mine.
With [...]

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