JULJANA MEHMETI

JULJANA MEHMETI

Painting Of Feeling…

I am chasing a blind light westward

entangled cloudy dusks,

somewhere

between the imagination and reality

at the invisible boundary…,

of death,

in the life cuffed to pains

encounter

of hidden realities…

I am requesting to stop the clock pointers

to keep the genesis of the world

this time an enigma with no wings,

flying with me

to the invisible skies…

illusion

plunged to the mystery of the ocean.

… and the light cuts the ribbons

of the distant horizon

to the far end space

sweet reflexes

and as to delirium

follows

the painting of feeling…

Horizon

I am searching for you in the valley of deer

a snow flake

of the white crystal,

flourishing in the eyelashes of the moon

in that evening,

when the trees were exposing their end dressing

and eyes illuminate in the dark

the effulgence

of a blaze of light

burning slowly.

Walking barefooted

to the virgin lawn

the track of the meeting,

where two lips are touching the life

and getting drunk with the red wine

in two glasses

one color

the lost night, dreaming

outstretched

in crystal waters

crossing the unknown shores

in one sea,

where a crest of a horse dandles the waves

and the sails of boats are lifted up

towards the absent island.

I am searching for you to the nuances of the sky

ionized particles

to a blue mist,

where it remains a tattoo

the scratch from the sun,

felt under the skin

and hasty like that

to the turned cup

with the sounds of a jazz music coming from the old bar

the same ritual

the crazy party

started every evening

dancing with feelings.

The park where the footprints are chasing

our past paces

në një stol in a bench,

where two leaves cross their fate

closer and closer,

same like in the past eon

for the time of the verdure season

collapsed

so painfully

in their lone repose

the choir of runaway birds

coming back abruptly

to a string of violin

thrilled to the vocal

of a muted voice.

I am searching for you

the sleepy beauty of dusk,

where a horizon

the passage of the surrounding world

grizzles in my thoughts,

as a distant illusion

aftertime

lowering the branches of the willow

and with a single touch

refracts the colored prism.

I search for you in meditation

in unknown spellings,

deformed in cracked glasses

reappeared shape in the faded longing

and I find you

somewhere in the deepness of myself

drawn towards me,

as always

with the sincere smile.

The Revival

Gods have thrown away the malice

planted in the ground the teeth of the Cadmus

the shapes of Gods appearing in the horizon

and the spirit wandering, in God

bodies moving with their head under the arms

the mind lost to the escape of time

limbs,

dragging the weight of sorrow

clouds of dust

everywhere in the world.

Slaves of fate

Of hidden desires

the glimmering raised to the thirst of the eye,

away from himself

from the created will

victim of greed

of the heresy time,

with quenched fire

with no love.

Blue wings are shifted far away

there where life meets the sun

phosphorescent color

in the mirrors of light

climbing this high

and waiting,

for other columns

ivory and raising again

and the stepped pace

steps on you, in the same way…!

TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY ARBEN HOTI

JULJANA MEHMETI

JULJANA MEHMETI was born in the city of Durres, in Albania. Since she was a child she became fond about literature and writing, especially poetry, a genre that in the following years will turn into a real life motive, a way to better express her ideas, her thoughts, her visions and metaphysics , her point of view according to her consciousness but also improving the awareness of the same suggestion that surrounds the human world. The first book “Soft – Poems” published in Italian language attracted the attention of publishers and Italian literary criticism, not only for its particular style, but also for new words, the language used, the philosophical message and the currents present in her poems that go from Hermetism to Surrealism. The second book comes from the field of translation entitled “Vramendje” – (Rimugino “) of the Italian author Alessandro Ferrucci Marcucci Pinoli, which will constitute the first experience in this field, but will also strengthen his long-standing conviction, to know and translate in his language, many popular Italian authors.. The collection of poems “Oltrepassare” is her new book, which presents itself with the new tendencies of Albanian literature, postmodernism and universal consciousness, from experimental currents to absurdity. “In his light …” is the last book of this authors.

She currently lives and works in Ancona, Italy.