Zeri I Kohes
Diku larg degjohet
Humbet ne mugetire,
si qiell qe mjegullon
Si nje nate ne erresire.
I larget vjen zeri i kohes...
gjemime e jehone
te kerkon ta gjesh
nga toke, nga det
nga ku nuk te gjurmon...
peng mba zemren tone.
Te therret ta rijetosh
si melodi e dashur
shpesh here te josh,
po rruga eshte bosh!
Sa here e kerkojme
ka momente, lotojme,
dhe pse e dime mire
qe koha e ka fshire!
Zeri I kohes,
pluhur, avull e ere
ngarkuar me kristale,
vjen si fllad i lehte.
ne e shkundim shpejt
si te ishte polen ne gjethe
sepse ditet qe kaluam,
askush me s' i pret!
Zeri i kohes,
degjohet i zbehte,
nga labirinthet e thella,
ku Haidi eshte mbret,
cdo gje mbetet sekret.
E ardhmja na therret
ajo behet si magnet.
Zihen dy kohet,
nje beteje e pashuar
sa e gjate ngjan koha e shkuar...
dhe kjo e sotmja duhet jetuar
Ngjan lume i dredhuar!
Sa mall zeri I se kaluares...
Si muza Mnimosine,
na mban gjalle kujtesen,
kush ishim, e nga vijme?
I larget zeri i se shkuares,
ne kujtese nje vegim
si dielli ne perendim.
I forte zeri i se ardhmes,
Si lindje dielli n' agim!
(c) ELKO N.Qeparoi
16 Gusht 2022 @ Spile-Himare.
The Voice of Time
It is heard somewhere, far away
Lost in the infinity,
like a foggy sky
Like a night in the dark.
Faraway comes to the voice of time...
groans and echoes,
it asks you to find it
from the land, from the sea
where it doesn't track you...
Hold your hearts hostage,
you are called to relive it
like a beloved melody,
often seduce,
Yes, the road is empty!
How many times do we ask for it
there are moments, we cry,
and why we know it well
that time has been erased!
The sound of time,
dust, vapor, and wind
loaded with crystals,
it comes like a light breeze.
we shake it off quickly
as if it were pollen on the leaves
because the days we spent,
no one is expecting to live!
the sound of time,
sounds faint,
from deep labyrinths,
where Haid is king,
everything remains secret.
The future calls out to us
it becomes like a magnet,
to live the rest of our life.
The two times are fighting,
sounds like an unending battle
how long the past seems...
and today that must be lived
Is a winding river!
How longing for the voice of the past...
As the Mnimosine muse,
keeps our memory alive,
who we were, where we come from?
The voice of the past is far away,
in memory of a vision
like the sun in the west.
The strong voice of the future,
Look like sunrise at dawn!
(c) ELKO N.Qeparoi
August 16, 2022 @ Spile-Himare.
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