白癜风应该吃什么药 https://m-mip.39.net/fk/mipso_5661850.html[Albania]JetonKelmendi
YouCan’tLeavetoaDifferentTime(andotherthreepoems)
Itravelthroughtime
followingtrailsofimaginationfullofwishes
roundandroundmythoughts
can’tfindanopendoor
toadifferenttime,
adoorthattakesmetowhereIwant
toloveabitbetter,
tostaylonger
IfIwasaNorthernWind
I’dblowovervalleysandpeaks,tonight
I’dbendoaktreesandplishatsalike,
I’dchangethistime
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intoadifferentone.
I’dopenthedoorstohope
andI’dbefullofhope
forabettertime
IfIwasaRayofSunlight
overtheprettiestnecksinthecityI’dlie
Wow!Whatwarmth
winkingwithlove’seye,
distracted
fingersrunningthroughdisheveledhair
thiswouldbethetalk
butonecan’tjustleavetoadifferenttime
IfIweretheoneI’mnot
toadifferenttimeI’dleave,
but,damn,IamwhoIam
oblivion’slastletter
leftforadifferenttime,
thewayvaluablesarekept,
unlikefoodatagleefulfeast
fortoday
onecan’tleavetoadifferenttime.
Isatatthebeginningofmyself
Isat
onmymemory
andwaitedandwaited
untilallconclusions
Ibegananew.
Thetruthfadedthedreams,until
themeaninglostitsmeaning,
timesaiditbelongedtothedevil’stime.
beliefturnedintodisbelief,
awickedtimestrengtheningtheevils
hopeanddesireturnedtoillusion,
itmust’vebeentheirtime,theuntruetruth,
thesilentword.
anditisIwhowokeup
frommymemory
asleepinyourremembrance
reawakened.
Isaw
crumbsaftertime’sfootsteps,crumbling
thefuture
leaningonpatience
inthepeeloftime,lustfully
Ican’trunaftermyself
Ihavetoendit.
Irested
untiltheunthinkableseasons
weretiredofrunning
untiltherestisrested
that’swhenIwokeup.
Wokenfromitsbed
alatenight’sautumnandthemoon.
Floodedtomorrow’sthoughts
lovebecameaseaoflove,
togetherweswamuntilecstasy.
Now,Iwaitandsee
anditlookslikethattimeIsat
atthebeginningofmyself
butthewordsstruggletostayawake
liketheydidthatonenight.
Copenhagen,Denmark,July12th,.
I’lltellyousomething
Frommymouth
Frommysoul,strange
thoughtsemerge
sometimestheyappearleaving
othertimesarriving
fromadifferentworld
thanourown
Iknowthatmanyofthem
areslightlylessthanfew
andthattheirlanguageisunspoken
unwritten,
butIsayitissomewhere.
somewherebetweenmeandyou,mylife
livedohsofast
Andwhilealllanguageshavealphabets
oftheirown,sobegins
thislanguageofours
withourfailuretounderstand
newbegginings
Andtime,anislandinhabitedbytimelessness
givingtimetothosewithouttime
followedbyagroupofwordlesswords
atthebordercrossingof
spirit-mind
Ihidefrommyself
somyhearingdoesn’tseeme
somysightdoesn’thearme
asithappenswithotherthings.
It’sbettertoknow
languagesunspoken,timeless
likewhatwetalk
upthehillof
meaninglessmeanings.
Complyingwithmystrangeness
andnothingelse,
letthisgamehave
rules
Sothatafterwards
whoeverhearstheresults
someonewillwinandsomeonewilllose.
IBroughtMyselfWithMe
I.
Firstly
anarrowstreet
barelytokeepme,tobringitwithme
thentowalkonuntilwhereIwasfistoff,
wherethemeaningbegins
inchaos
mydreamsappeared
asonedayIbegantosee
wakingdreamscapes
Ibroughtmyselftoschool
andteacherUk?’sguidance,
I’llcarryuntilthebeyond
wheremeaningsareabound
lifehasitsowndesires
andsodoeslove
albeitendless
wewill
