I SEEK THE COVE
I seek the cove that I never found,
A wave shakes the storm of droplets.
I must love, without a doubt,
The squeaks that seagulls have left...
Everything around
Transforms into a whisper,
The Universe hangs in suspension,
Life—
I seek the cove that I never found...
THE HEROES
They swirl everywhere
In chaos and in glory,
With claws, they grasp fate
Like slaves
In a history without a story.
LANDSCAPE OF WAR
Morning to evening,
evening to dawn,
the skies shattered
over the lost victors.
The seas turn back
to the rivers,
the birds urinate on the rifles
as if mad..
WE HAVE NO TIME
We have no time to think
We play with words
Life is a theater
Where vice sleeps with virtue
Immersed in happiness!
We have no time to think
We write poetry...
MAN AND HISTORY
After work and after smiles
At the border of love and hate
Man and his history
Have lit lights to see
Each other's face.
WHO DIES, IS REMADE
Who dies, is remade
In their original form,
Without the burden of guilt
Weighing on their back.
They close their eyes and simultaneously
Settle with their sorrows
And the world where they breathed
Urging it into its follies...
(Translated by Kujtim Hajdari)
Arben Oliazi from Saranda (Albania) graduated from the Faculty of Philology in Tirana in 1988. Until 1991, he worked as a screenwriter and then dedicated himself to journalism, serving as a journalist and editor-in-chief for several daily newspapers in the capital. He is known as a poet, essayist, and playwright.
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