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Francis Ferde
Silver Grey Fox
Running Cub
Fred Wolven

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I go around
in the marsh of identity
my five receptors
just like a paradise of happiness
your ten fingers
irrationally free
am waiting to see
the beauties of life
that always caress
one face.

Just like a Gordian noose
it moves the sorrows by itself
I wait the second Identity
and unable to hate
in this infinite world
only my soul knows
that I am resentful with love…



I swallowed in the air
all your body
until I lost
the rhythm of breadth
I felt the aroma of a mountain
taste of sand and fields
from hearts leaves
soft like silk
a burned flower of mourning
Life like a woman’s face
painted with a smile
stamped very deep
with the red lipstick
a recently lit charcoal
galactic greatness
peace born in sunrise.

The World is yours
when men’s heart
is fed with love
appears on eyes of light
ripping the wind’s shirt
touches soft limbs
outside of a rainy storm.

I have planted in blood
your body with a Sun
Death won’t find you there
you will be sitting at the entrance
of an ancient castle
or will speak with all lives
I embrace your chest
Today I will vacate myself
Inside your body…



In the shores of wind and waves
burned up in depth
sleeves whitened from salt
I screamed from the light
waves embraced one another
they were antenna of sweet water
an illuminating bi-color light bulb.                                                  

Eyebrows are painted with foam
the voice escapes far away through days
blue sky swallows my breast
Every time I lay down below you
I lick salt and water drops
forget about the concept of time
OH, …the sea brings me closer to myself
but I am looking for his heart
because it connects me with Earth…



Violeta Allmuca, Albania
Translanted from Albanian by Peter Tase


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