KUJTIM HAJDARI

KUJTIM HAJDARI

Heavy Times

(Based on virus damage in Bergamo, Italy)

In the black night come around the crows,

Creak with horror the cars in a rows,

With crates full of miserable dead bodies,

The night block the eyes from the strong pain.

The army caravan with a dragging step,

Dead bodies are leading to the crematorium,

There has never been a heavier weight,

The whole world seems lost in opium.

Horrible voices around, that pierce the darkness,

The bitter tears burn for the son gone,

"What happened my son, where are they taking you tonight?"

Pain turns off the light to the strangled stars.

A man has lost his head and tries to wake up,

The woman who no longer feels in bitter sleep,

"Get up, Geragina, tomorrow the sun will rise,

Why do you want to keep  closed your bright eyes?"

"Gigi, why do you leave me alone, my heart?

Tomorrow we would go to the park together,

Let's hear the bird song outside, at the park,

Let's take the kisses that the  flowers give us. "

"My Anna, you won't have a grave to cry,

To bring a bouquet of flowers, to change two words ...,

I don't know my heart, how long it can last,

Oh, moon of heaven, keep my mind crazy! "

"Why did you go so early, why did you go!?

Even the stars will cry bitterly, in their kind,

My Dorina, how will I make the evenings without you,,

When they see me lost, confused in my mind ".

Even some crazy people around on the streets,

When he sees the caravan that mourns,

Gone out of breath, run away scared, background

It closes doors and windows and closes in silent.

Crows gone, trembled from endless tears,

Who disappear frightened into the abyss of darkness,

The fragments of the night collapse hearts,

The eyes of the people, who bid farewell to lifeless

Me And Coronavirus

Tonight only the two of us, we went out on the town,

Alongside the desolate darkness we run down,

In the twilight that, entire world, has covered,

As everywhere this Covid virus has covered.

Like two fighters measuring forces in the ring,

We look at each other with muscles that are trembling,

He looks at me like a devil, with  eyes that are burning,

I keep my distance with the pretended calm.

I know, he probably won't attack me this evening,

He certainly thinks, surprised, who is this crazy,

Like the Don Quixote, that wants to fight with him?

Or he probably think I have something special.

Dear friends, do not be so curious about thing,

Believe me, I really have a special thing

I will tell you, when the time comes for us to meet,

If not me, shall talk to you the Covid nineteen.

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You don't wait, I see, let also hear and the "friend" virus,

(I see you are impatient, you are very curious)

From a certificate written on a papyrus,

I have a gene inherited in the baylose war.

That's how Captain Covid and I walk this evening

Like two swords waiting to divide the battle ring,

Terrible Covid who boasts of horror mystical,

I'm proud to brag of the gene historical.

White Gowns - Armada Of Glory

Covid devil put his teeth everywhere like a monster gang,

You, with the ruthless virus close you or often in front of you,

March these times fearless, as in mythical legend,

Like born from heroic epics, as once upon  time the rare heroes.

The night have covered in mystery the sunny day,

And our hearts feel cold, very cold, as in frozen Alaska,

He closed the world with the fear and death he sows,

You, the armada of glory, are writing the difficult story.

The man's great pain, you shake in your hands

With hot forehead sweat, you water the hope, each seconds,

Neither night nor day, for you, no longer have any limit.

We see you as a God, and pray to save us from the virus nip.

You no longer measure time, neither by numbers nor by hours,

Keep up the good work, as heroes, up to the limit of powers,

Hundreds waiting outside in beds and others in aspirators,

You work hard, forgot yourself and the worries at home.

Beyond the windows where appears with fear, even the sunlight

Appears the image of your children, who miss you so much, waiting,

Like a bird fluttering its wings and gone as a dream bright,

The compassionate voice of parents, in loneliness haunting.

Spring's ray kisses the flowers beyond, outside on the tree,

The smile of the loved one waiting for you, appears nearby,

For a moment, the fatigue is gone and even if it weights so heavy,

But, like in the movie, the image run away and tell you "Bye!"

Great desire takes us to be close to you, in your ring

To take something from your fatigue, to tell you warm words,

But we are prisoners in the house,  these are the virus laws,

And we follow you, our heroes, only from the cold screen.

With despair and pain, when you follow every body that is gone,

You bite yourself with teeth because you couldn't get rid of,

Often is a colleague of yours who is swallowed by the virus,

And you follow with a broken heart and bitter tears drop off.

The Covid keeps the tomb open for you, but you don't care about it,

you Fight throat to throat and  your sweat adorn your forehead,

You give hope to the people when You put down the monster,

Your name - written, with pain and glory, in every human heart.

KUJTIM HAJDARI