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Revista Letrare

Reality of blur

The sun has favorites The sun has favoritesHe only shines on the happyDon’t I deserve his light?Sun, don’t I?Maybe I don’t.Maybe the light that I need,Isn’t the light he can provide.Should I walk the tunnel filled with darkness?That only the bravest have walked before meEven if the sun love’s meHis…

Wild cherries

Wait for me on the beach I’ll pick some wild cherries while the old woman looks at me strangely Her dog too Sit in the sandy bar with people who talk of things Read something new about old sensations Wait for me on the beach I’ll pick some more wild…

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…

Lasgush PORADECI: Pogradec

A shimmering sunset on the endless lake. Ghostlike, a veil is slowly spread. Over mountain and meadow the dark of night descends, Settling from the heavens upon the town. Over the vast land no more sound is to be heard: In the village the creaking of a door, On the…

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