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HOW TO REACH YOURSELF
Passing through countries
Crossing fields, mountains and seas everything that
The World has
As a traveler accompanied by night and day which are our friends
I visit the minutes in my life
Until I meet you
Hey
What are you doing here
Every time I enter inside
Myself
I see you
At every cross road
From one of your scars
From a green light
Of mine
Your eyes are shining in the sky
My trip
Was very long
Through these roads
In which only I had to step on them
I pass them quickly
While being oriented
With your signs
Hey
Strange man
What time is it
What is the date today
Do you know the month
The year
It is a good year
When I passed the road named EGNATIA
Two ladies sat on the grass
Were waiting for me
One appeared to me
Like the sun
The other as the moon
When I came close to
Them again you were
The first lady
The second
Was Love
The guidance of eternity
We talked for long hours
For the things that matter
And not for nothingness
How much we emptied
The creeks of the words
Until I thought that
This is for sure
A magic world
And I departed to return again
To myself
Through those signs guiding myself
Right in the middle of the road
Of return
I was invited by a mountain fairy
As we were nearing
Each other
I was scared
I begged her
Not to look at me
I am a traveler
And I am returning to myself
She is soft
And blessed me from the earth
And the sky
Indeed appeared as a familiar voice
Hey miracle
Even here you appeared to me
It is late
Now I am continuing my trip
I may be arriving tomorrow
Who
Had the possibility to travel this far
I was asking the poet who appeared
as I was looking for
What I did not know
And with the softness of the morning
I arrived
At the door of the spirit
Two rays were waiting for me
Hey man
We are meeting again
You and me and my princess
Now I have to accept
That you inside myself
Are only myself
All this voyage
To arrive in yourself
Paris, March 28, 2009
Jeton Kelmendi, Kosovo and Belgium
Translator:
Peter M. Tase, Milwaukee, Wisconsin