Blerina Pellumbi
ENDLESS AND HEADLESS LOVE
The world gave much to love,
The heart, the words in every breath,
On the roads of life in every journey,
The heart was heard in its small beats.
And the eyes sparkled, stealing spring,
Joy on the lips, beautifully embroidered.
Dreams wove then memories,
They keep them sacred even in visions.
The world created mad loves,
But like a meteor, love also fades.
Its fire feels also the earth,
Like a sea with foam, love resembles.
The world sometimes rejoiced and wept,
And at other times betrayed love.
It spun and twirled,
For love, a woman sacrificed.
The world was poor, but it became rich,
It found happiness through love.
And sometimes it went mad, and deceived,
True love has no end and no beginning...
SPRING WITH THE NAME "MOTHER"
I often become intoxicated by the scent of roses,
Among the flowers, I search whenever I need you.
In the dew of tears, I pour out my longing, singing with the nightingales
In the colors of spring, I find yours, those beautiful eyes.
Springs exude your fragrance all around,
Galaxies become intoxicated and oceans awaken.
Like a butterfly in the wind, you appear to me everywhere
Smiling in silence, you come seeking peace.
You pour your sweet pollen onto my dried lips,
Writing there the longing that burns for that paradise.
You rest in the veins of pain, in tears and in crying
Planting every day kindness, love, and peace.
Silently, among the constellations of the night, you shine like neon,
Often you come as an angel in my tender dreams.
There, you have left the strength of an unending love,
The strength of a mother, who puts me to sleep, and every morning awakens me.
Sometimes I remember you as a flower and other times as an unfading star...
And then, like an immortal God, you stand above me,
Your gentle spirit fills me with heavenly love,
I become intoxicated, intoxicated with longing in these nights of solitude.
I feel your breath, you have never lacked,
You come to me like a heartbeat, exiled through the ages.
With golden gray hair where life itself shines,
Like a hope eternally woven from forgetfulness...
Today I find you again in a flower announcing spring by the name "Mother".
Hungry Among People…
Embraced by light, dreams screamed at the stars, starving
seeking a little sparkle, trapped in false horizons.
Alone, words walked barefoot
in the deserts of a wounded soul;
thirst, an unquenched hunger for freedom among the maddened people.
Dreams stammered deadly truths, for a bit of hope,
feeding the insatiable with the light of the soul every morning.
Under the sounds of sirens, they called for peace, trapped among stars,
in a world hidden behind the sun, in a forgotten world…
Mute words stayed hung; at night they turned into neon lights,
awakening those, the dead of the day, who with dreams slept until late at night.
Who knows, why did they trade day for night?
Maybe there they quenched the hunger for an endless dream.
