etry, ballad theory and folk songs.
By Olimbi VELAJ
You too remember
Those old times
With naïve calls and postcards
Summer, like an apocalypse, had flown away
Over our bodies and dreams
Waiting, overwhelmed with anxiety
As embassies creaked under screams
I cannot forget your conviction
And the pure light
Under that sky of departure hours.
Then rains came back
Our longing grew distant
And anxiety kept fading
Like an ice cube with melted corners
Senses experienced other moods
And impressions became vague
Like thirst going out of attention
Now I remember you quite accidentally,
Unconsciously, as if you were a participant
In a ritual anniversary where reason cannot work.
English translation by Ukë Zenel Buçpapaj.