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Above the latest ship and endless waves
My eyes are roving over the blue sea
The waves are reining the shores
Just like men is ruling over innocent creatures
With philosophical wishes for the free world
Histories that come and go in depth
From existence of light over darkness
It seems that time is stealing my life
While growing further it is stealing my breath
Men’s dualism over longevity
Carved in the circle of human beings
Is it a topic for the evolution of conscience?
Where the heroes are met dressed by wars
In a duel amid east and west
Enemies are vomiting losses at their last breadth
And barbarians are counting their last effortless struggles
Everything that is surviving is only the earth’s world
Freedom and humans are just like migrants who always wait.



In life I have never been deceived
Neither by good nor by evil lies
I lived with the creator inside myself
In order to fight love
When I was on a delirium setting with solitude
Matters were not like the soul’s game
That was coming with me at seven a.m.
All the way up to 12 am.
I was waiting it to knock for just a minute
In order to have the new day above earth
Autumn was departing and an enslaving winter was arising
Gravity of life was holding up on humans
Just like the sole force above the galaxy
Sometime ago I saw a sweet dream
And everything appeared real
Without a dilemma how to live while falling in love? 


Violeta Allmuça, Vienna, Austria

Translator (from Albanian): Peter M. Tase, Milwaukee, Wisconsin





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