Elida RUSTA: Rushed

In my heart there’s a little forest
where your heart’s nest
rests on a branch
under the tiny sky where you fly
with a pendant made of wolf’s bone
around your neck.

Breathless I linger
a day and night,
another day and night.

…so painful, we are afar!

Under the moonlight,
can we meet tonight?
Barefoot, quietly I’ll step
the stars not to wake.

There I’ll wait,
your foolish Ajkuna
that will die pass midnight.
Your shirt I’ll dress once more
and in you, I’ll hide.

Now I hasten,
one more kiss and I’ll go,
to light up the ocean
and let it burn.

Translated by Dritan KIÇI – Shqipto.com

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