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ANGELA KOSTA (ALBANIA - ITALY)

Angela Kosta was born in Albania in 1973 and has lived in Italy since 1995. She is a translator, essayist, journalist, literary critic, editor and promoter. He has published 11 books: novels, poems and fairy tales in Albanian, Italian and English. His publications have appeared in various literary magazines and newspapers in: Albania, Kosovo, Italy, USA, England, China, Russia, Germany, Saudi Arabia, Algeria, Poland, Australia, Egypt, Greece, Spain, Tajikistan, South Korea, Hungary, India, Bangladesh etc. Angela Kosta translates and writes articles and interviews for the newspaper "Calabria Live", Saturno magazine, the newspaper "Le Radici", the international magazine "Orfeu", Alessandria Today magazine, the Nacional newspaper, the Gazeta Destinacioni, the magazine Perqasje Italo - Shqiptare , the international magazine Atunis - Belgium, collaborates with magazines in, International Literature Language Journal (USA), Bangladesh, etc. Angela Kosta is Ambassador of Culture and Peace in: Bangladesh, Poland, Canada, Algeria, Egypt, Mexico, etc. Angela Kosta has been translated and published in 28 foreign languages and countries. In the second semester of 2023 alone, she was an author in 84 national and international newspapers and magazines with: poems, articles, interviews, essays, etc...


LYING SWAN

Waves of Thoughts
In Search of Persuasion
Awkward by taciturn memories
Premise repeated every morning
Where from afar with deception
Your hand reached mine
While my happy heart smiled
Believing in the sweet breeze of love
In that magical infinity of the sea 
Today in a storm equal to life
As well as my lacerated soul
Swan lying on the rocks
Where the roar of the waves throws it further
Elsewhere in a troubled world,
Haunted by a past that no longer exists
Maybe it never existed
Preterite in the trap of your eyes
Of your lips that emitted
Endless Words
Cheating candid, true feelings
Knowing the harm you were doing
Suppressing our oath
Everlasting Covenant
Today a spectre in oblivion.


THE APOTHEOSIS OF BEELZEBUB

Silently the devil rules the world
From hell the tentacles extends.
Like a vampire
thirsty blood sucks continuously
He becomes livid with those who are helpless.
In the storms of life he howls with anger
With furious burning fire he destroys
Humans still in the womb
And on the throne of glorious power he sits.
Other Orders Invent Poison by Tasting
From the chalice full of tears of humanity
The bastion with a thud towards the sky rises
He is now the only God.
In the valleys, the flowers dry up
Pollen and honey turn into gall
The mountains are moving,
Every stone no longer finds peace.
To the blood rivers only the mud remains
It turns the whole earth and planets upside down
But the demon is still thirsty
With lust the weather postulates
And it never dies.
Tentacles everywhere in space expands
The misfortune of fate sprouts in them
Over mutilated skulls he tramples
And it is reborn every time Innocence dies.

THE LIGHT OF SURVIVAL

The Light of Hope shines on the beloved
land furrowed by wounded edges where
the poverty lives naked.
There are undressed ladies
with wide open eyes
on the sidewalks full of corpses
with anxiety is fed inside the garbage
with rotting food like stale bread crumbs as if they are for stray dogs.

But the Light of Hope triumphs it travels around the world on the paths where poor and sick people pass.
It's passes there like a torchlight procession to tell the beloved Earth to stops suffering.
It fed the poor in abundance
with the light of hope.

The oceanic light emerges and fills the cracks in the souls of the sick,
wherever are there. 
By embracing the light,
everyone recovers from the evils of the century:
Diseases and Poverty!