Vaid Hyzoti
He is a poet, publicist, critic and journalist. He is author of many volumes of poetry including “Qyteti i të Marrëve” (The city of the dumb), and also of short humoristic prose including “Thashatheme të vërteta” (True rumours). He lives and works in the United States of America
When I laughed in my sleep
I attempt to kiss my daughter, but she moves away
“Com’on Dad,
I’m no longer a child…”
My wife scolds me under her breath:
“What are you doing?
She is quite grown up, husband…”
I don’t want it, but uneasiness catches up
My dad
Has never kissed me.
I am unable…
He is flustered. I eat him with my eyes.
But I want to return the smile to my son.
He adds more requests to the list:
I want Wii, iPod,
I want PlayStation!
I look at him and think:
How much he looks like my dad
Even when he is serious,
Even when he causes a commotion.
I am empty pocketed, but I cannot refuse.
To obey my father-
That is how I was brought up.
