Gezim Hajdari
"MALDILUNA"
"I, Gezim Hajdari
(creating flickering shadows of night, wandering
curse of the sacred houses),
confess before the gods, the temples and
oblivion.
confess in front of the abandoned fields
homeland and to the fires of Hell:
mask are of my mask,
and what I have written are lies,
it was not me but a worthless delusional
locked in a room clear.
excommunicated and I swear my
verses cursed wherever they are and ask forgiveness
patients for deceiving her readers
with my mud.
May they all fall the lightning of heaven
wrath of the demons on you,
Cerberus can judge your soul in the flames of darkness
merciless.
You have lost our confidence in the swamps
winter wander your shadow
orphan as an evil spirit,
you can not ever find peace on earth among men!
rain fall, snow and mud from the top,
icy winds blowing on your Word,
rivers blacks erase your name.
With dust and stones will cover your tracks
step by step and you will be condemned to oblivion
from your race! O
seasons with fake flowers and gorse bushes in the scent of violets in the spring
where the bird joyfully follows the cuckoo
rose hips, petals of poppies
fallen in the land of the crime,
paths with whistles of vipers. O
years lost in the ruins of blackbirds and owls,
labyrinths obscure and terrible wrong
where I like a monaco
sad for all this time,
in the name of the Father who has not ever made man. O happy days
consumed in vain (in a country castrated)
throwing stones against the
and writing with the tip of the knife on my flesh
songs of love and sorrow. O
vortices
beautiful dreams that continue to kill poets ungrateful
without a war, nor a drop of blood. I
, shadow of my shadow,
exiled to another world
exile
swear and spit in the face of God hypocritical and cruel,
I loved only my terror and not the hand of man.
But you, my old woman,
continue to love me as always,
appoint my name like you did every night
in the small, damp country cottage
and do not listen to what I write.
dismay and my brain,
poisoned my thoughts, and if in a dawn
hanged me,
to be a virgin whore
for a poet's life has little worth
is death.
I decided to sell off this life
in exchange for a bleak poem
but you, your grace
favorite son who loved the trees
close to each other.
will return my name
and knock on your door every dusk
like a bird seeking shelter from the rain, a fragile lover
sorry. Both chastened
your damn word throughout the land of the living
and is prevented from taking root gall thy seed
in the land of Adam,
repented of sin and horrible
that the merciful God forgive you!
have always lived in the midst of my fellow
lonely and alien to them, fascinated by my folly
and the tender eyes of birds,
celebrating my ashes dark
and clear in the light of a moon frightened
witnessed atrocious crimes.
As a murderess on the run,
through regions of snow,
claimed in full voice in the silence and blind macabre
my power. Laugh you
Valley,
and hide my panic, you
Arise,
hill and cover my fear, you
sprouts, season
funeral and destroy my dreams come true visionaries. By Robin
backyard
that pursues me in the glow of the ice divide
torment in this fall pale. No one believes
to my joy,
day for me are the heavens closed
stones and nights of orgies havens.
The first I knew in childhood
were hawks in my hill
fed the meadow larks
and I basked in the tears of the victims,
put crowns on the head with broom
and spent before the battle of the predators as a king
winner.
who cheered with me was not a coward,
this is me,
I loved the smiling faces of the tyrants
first and I hated to love. Advanced
cruel bite my loves my flesh innocent
stoned with stones
my brown eyes burned my anguish,
be appeased until my moans
your will be done and evil. What are you waiting
,
inchiodatemi with my words unto blood
flagellatemi body with my verses, my heart
hanged from the branches red
before I crow crows
enter into your veins with your blood
drinking impure monster
to rise.
Oh, unspeakable things and listen
blasphemous stars on this night of cold,
while singing the first cock turned to East
die away from your dark earth,
destroyed by the immense pain of exile,
deadly thorns grow from your ashes.
I am a stranger in passing, I regret nothing
of your reign of destruction, I claim
another destiny. I know
unfaithful secrets of life as the weapon his crime, there is no poison
calm my madness
donatami
from the Father before I became
son of cannibals in the desert promised.
Stabbed by the faithful in a night of fellowship
and betrayal,
show people my wound that bleeds:
wanted to wish the mystery.
From the day I lost Atlantis,
erro aimlessly in the streets and fields
obsession with my hands and
maldiluna,
burning
alphabets
eros,
goodbyes.
oblivion of time, save me.
So what do I ask my God
and grace to anyone, I
goat farmer,
former resident of Agricultural Cooperatives of darkness and thunder,
that once ran behind the seasons and the shadows, not
Obey your disorder, the burning
well-being and these verses as punishment of the Lord .
(from Selected Poems, from 1990 to 2007, published by Lit, 2008)
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