POEMS by 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