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POEMS OF MARJETA SHATRO RRAPAJ
ALBANIA

Biblical Journey ...

Everyone feels a vague fear.
I do not know why he feels this way,
I do not know why despair overwhelms him
that no moment is shared.
I only know that winter has exhausted us,
Indeed we count his days
We can't wait for spring,
To bring us joy,
To make our hearts happy.
Will we reach this spring ?!
The great God only he knows,
If we will be saved
Or not by cataclysm
That has occupied us.

We Will Leave ...

We will flee from our bodies,
We will not live here anymore,
Dreams will be extinguished with us.

At the edge of the galaxy we will be waiting
Seeing the stars fade
Sinking into the dust of oblivion
Among the waste of time,
Accumulated by storms ...



Gradient

Shades of bright yarn kiss the earth gently,
And the glistening water reflects the sky.
We bend in front of the color panorama
And in my hands I hold the fragrance of the seasons.
The sun set the crown
They bought it by the sea.
Heart filled with divine will.
At the highest peak of the gods.
The wind plays with the hair,
On the lawn of outdoor sounds.
Waking up at dawn
To himself, always in search.


Otherwise This Spring ...

Spring has long been on the horizon
Of the virus in its substrates,
Sleeps in the warmth of a shaking hand
Or the twig of a mimosa that is always tempting.
People don't know what it takes,
To rush or isolate themselves,
To watch the Sun of Mars from the windows,
To love the vibrant spring air,
That thoughts sink into dreams,
For a rebirth of passion,
Knit it
Like bird nests raised on tree branches.


Void

Sad this evening,
Although a slight spring breeze blows.
Twilight brings with it the last of the shadows.
The roads are abandoned,
Everywhere void.
A song of solitude ringing in the spirit.
People with eyes on screens
Expect a light of hope.



Waiting

The soul burns
From the unspoken words,
The mind is upside down,
Seeks to restore order
Waiting for a muse to show him the way ...

Love you

Fog of sadness
It revolves around me
and haunt me
times gray clouds,
times white clouds.
Your absence is felt
Inside my eyes
that look that touches other heavens.
I miss your sweetness and your voice,
Except the bohemian sea
For many centuries the waves
Sings it to me.
In the mind every word is recorded,
To ring infinitely
I love you, I love you, I love you again and again!



Vision

Dreams of yore
He has forgotten them,
the new ones take me on a flight.
Run after them to get to them
I sigh from the craving
For bird feedings,
For buying groves on the rolling,
For the bright moon arc
Waiting for the sun to meet,
For myriad visions
That scratch the sky of my thought.


Without knocking

It enters my soul without knocking,
it wipes out my sadness and fragile longing,
it makes me smile, strong emotions
Feeling thrives, without shyness or worry.
Suddenly, he removes the winter from his eyes
And spring brings me so close,
You know how to light the sun inside me
To enlighten my soul forever.



Monotony

The days are repeated,
Cross the arc of light
On the horizon the nights too,
The arc of the stars
Similar to those
Crossing the scorpions of time.
The same thing is repeated
In all the languages of the world
In different seasons,
But noisy order,
Except moments happen once
Touch him with a breath
To lose routine life again.



Words

As the sun lifts the veil of darkness,
The soft, soft hands of love
Dispel thoughts of all malice,
Erase the black clouds from the sky of the future,
To be complete, all enlightenment
Of sweet words of the holy spirit
Wasting away the emptiness.
They often become wandering, without address
Burning at night, silent in memory
Of the closed eyelids
To bring clarity to the crystalline dawn
Flowed into our world, always like a waterfall.


Metamorphosis

Silent,
Although we have much to say.
Thanks for the loneliness,
To wash away the mistakes we did not make.
tire,
With the quick judgment of the world.
We plunge into the sea of despair,
That we owe a lot to life.
Then we gather ourselves
That time passes without feeling.
And so we remain,
Innocent life culprits.

Flight

You fly free to heaven
And I follow your pilgrimage.
I'm not afraid of the far shores,
It is enough for me to be with you, my soul.
We both continue the flight
Towards heights without turning,
The fogs and the lightning do not scare us.
We touch life drunk and laugh with joy.
Our thoughts walk freely,
They are not afraid of the black clouds,
Neither empty days nor dark nights.
Happiness buds fill the beautiful dreams.



Come

In the end
The many questions
ever
Of frequent breathing
Don't feel anymore ...
Something will have happened,
And if it does not appear
Isn't silence talking ...
And when the sea
The waves stop them
Crashing on the shore
for hours
Something will happen,
So don't ask
That life speaks for itself ...
But when in the corners of the eyes
you will see it withered
Tear drops
Something will happen,
So come, heal the wounds of the soul
We follow it beyond the spirit ...

Emotions

There is a time that we do not speak
We are haunted by the fog of words
After every meaning and subtext.
With the smile hidden,
The deep waters of tearful eyes,
With desires born again of sinful love,
In excess of invisible circles
Of one's own boundaries,
Covered with the mystery thesis,
Expect the next day otherwise,
With spooky emotions.


You Touch My Silence

The thinnest filament penetrated into the vein...
Even through a single word
Somewhere in the image displayed behind a cloud
Troubled by the coming autumn wind
Painted the colors of the season
Footprint pen
The red feeling crunchy.


Biography
Marjeta Shatro - Rrapaj (Albania) Marjeta Rrapaj was born on 15.12.1974 in Gjirokastra and grew up in a family with traditions. She is one of the contemporary Albanian poets. Rrapaj studied literature at the University of Gjirokastra and defended the French language at the University of Tirana. She is the author of 9 volumes of poetry. 2 poetic volumes published in France in French. 1 poetic volume published in English and Spanish and the latest volume published in 5 languages: Albanian, English, French, Italian, German. Her poems are a mixture of imagination with reality. In 2019 she receives the Alphonso G. Newcomer Poetry Train award U.S.A. and Canada for the poetic volume Vesta and the first price in Festival of Poetry in Bulgaria.

Editions
* In the sea of my eyes, Milosao Publishing 2016
* Migration with twilight, Milosao Publishing 2017
* Flickering seagulls, Milosao Publishing 2017
* To be ever God's smile Lulu.com 24.05.2018
* Nerthus, Geer Publishing 2018
* Nerthus Edilivre Publishing17.07.2019
* Vesta, Lulu.com.18.09.2019
* Hestia, Edilivre Publishing 26.09.2019
* Far from illusions Made in the USA Columbia, SC in 5 languages 26mars 2020
*Marevita 27july 2024 LSHK Kosovo

Translations
* Espalier with the wind, Geer Publishing 2020
* Poems by Abdelghani Rahmani Amazon.com 2020
* Poetic Melodies, Yayati Madan G Gandhi Groupe of Publication 16.06.2020
* Murmure d'un autre monde by Agron Shele AAbs Publishing house 2020
* Murmures fugaces by Muhammad Azram Amazon.com 2021
*Of a meeting to the other by Abdelghani Rahmani Amazon.com 2021
*Lettres de silence by Fernando Alonso Barahona Amazon.com 2021
*The return of Prometheus by Agim Desku Amazon.com 2021
*The indifferent fate by Jernail Anand

Only for love …

All colors sleep inside the eyes,
according to the seasons, according to the days
thoughts and feelings,
except the night awakens colorful dreams,
when the stars bathe in the darkness of insomnia
and sorrow spreads to heaven
over the clouds of nostalgia
who get ready to cry
in overcoming oneself
with the tears of the soul
that the fiery sun may shine by day
inside the blue waters,
only for love …


Aftertime

The past walks with me
silent,
without saying a word
with the torn scarf of recent times
the streets of my city.

Abstract ...

Between the perceptible
and incomprehensible
Plato asserted the third sphere
of the meeting of airy spirits
through sharp gaze, penetrating eyes
penetration inside the rays,
in the invisible depths,
as light within a prism,
which turned him oversaturated
of who gives as much as he receives
to maintain balance,
of the perfect archetype
within the imperfect,
where virtue within the spirit
unifies the One
inside the sky that sees with thousands of eyes ...

Absurdity ...

In this absurd world
we prove the temporary character,
in search of our path
with loss of naivety,
when we reach the end of reason, failure
with the illusion of saving everything,
we preach it to hide nothing,
in the impossibility of recognition,
where emptiness is depressing reality
with the vain temptation of worthless persistence
of the mind tired of failures
of blood mixture of judgment
with self-underestimation e
worship of necessary change
at the final moment of the closing of an exhausting period.

For personal interest ...

In the splendor of the cult of comfort,
we are always seen in the mirror of consciousness
with magnetic gaze like sunlight
with the supremacy of cynicism of thought,
where feelings traverse space
with the force of rare passion organization,
heavenly and meaningless as true love,
pa peripecira, pa dredhira,
with seductive thoughts,
with inherent intentions,
without the proverbial expression
without the sensational greed,
only for personal interest ...

Marjeta Shatro Rrapaj