Five Poems by Lan Qyqalla

 

In the Theatre of Tragedy

 

Hamlet is shouting on the stage

in the backstage

Romeo and Juliet

burn in the fire of love

caress the stains of the cloth

left from Kanun's time

the intrigues of friends with empty souls

in the museum of memories

in the imagination of Eros in Prishtina.

 

Juliet

curses Hamlet beyond the scene

that he had penetrated her thoughts

she is seeking the paradise in poetry

why is Romeo lying

about fiery love

I do not have a covenant or ask for the breakup

Juliet feels that he speaks with his heart.

 

Romeo blesses the love

that remained like a wound

from the years that have passed

trots in the lit cup

the bedbed curses

at the table...

One Day

(Requiem for the poet)

 

You will not see the poet

standing

in Edi Café 2^*

nor will you intercept

intrigues and contemplations

he will not order espresso

the table will be empty

as the memories that evoke

alcoholic beverages...

and a toast of friendship.

 

The poet blessed by hatred

does not withdraw

the words blossom with rose perfume

and cry for the memories in solitude

do not believe in dreams and magic

to give the world love

and the lyrics will need calligraphy

 

The poet burns in an ironic smile

the storm and the sky evoke a memory

every word in the fire of words

a world you do not know

Queen with beautiful eyes.

 

You will not see me

in the coffee shop

nor the streets of Prishtina

the atmosphere steps on your footsteps’ traces,

some quiet storms

strikes like the lightning in the sky without clouds

how many stars are lit

you are crystal in the heart and you know

memories of a distant time bring me

farewell and a voice

that babbles lyrics as a hymn...

we give life the spiritual dough

all the dreams we've written

the love we sang in each letter

we the unloving lovers!

 

*Edi kaffe in Prishtina

Lora in Adriatic

 

The plains swing

the unsung serenade

the text sinks into the water of the lake

the sounds of love cover the mountain

the eyes dissolve the exuberant magic.

 

The ring of the lake shines in the Adriatic

The lake wears the ring on the finger

The rays of the sun caress the face

Lora's lips bite the words

curdled on the eyebrow

"For me you are unique, oh Lan"

and the lake trembles.

 

The lips redden in the drunkness of the kiss

Lora squeezes the fingers to her chest

the adder bite at the neck and at the nape

the chest whiteness shakes on the lake

the whips of excitement like the oak sap

Lora loses the trace in the longing of waiting

the cherry melts in the language of love.

Lora in the Rain

 

Lora was jealous of the rain

when it washed Lan’s

hair, lips

neck and eyes

imagined

in crazy

love?

 

Lora melts in eternity

sighs in words

stuttering took

and glimpses gave.

 

Lora stops the nomad time

Lan nihilist

in the burning rain

both face

Prishtina's fiery kiss

 

The rain makes Lora jealous

she gives

the kiss of the tear

to the rock in the dark.

 

Lora kneads her breasts

in the longing of love

Lan feels time

in the frozen sea

of wishes

 

Lora and Lan

tease each other in the galaxy.

Lora

 

Lora

we wander through time

like snakes in the bushes

Lora and I

in the ecstasy of the painting

I gave her Mona Lisa's smile

I drank water from Lora's bosom

and I lost myself in adolescent dreams,

 

I gave Lora a life

I gave the sky a kiss

the sun seemed to be silent

and left a free way to darkness

the rainbow lightens my way

fiery I take the stars to the bosom

I hug the sun

to feel its tenderness.

 

Lora is silent

and she silently speaks

in her blonde hair

I touch the love

embers in the lap

white frost

Lora left traces

 

Lora is asleep

with the fiery stars

tickling her lips

in the corrugated crown

the sounds of silence

I put her crown

and I read under her eyelids

the novel I will write

Lora with her bosom as virgin snow

lures the Talmudists’ years

Lora

crystalline meteor.

Lan Qyqalla - from KosovpHe is the Director of the Association of Writers "Naim Frashëri" in Fushë-Kosovo, Lan is a member of the presidency of the ASSOCIATION OF WRITERS OF KOSOVO and Editor-in-Chief at "Orfeu" Magazine and Web ORFEU.AL He is also a member of the Editorial Board of the Magazine of World Historians based in Switzerland and Vice-President of the Union of Albanian Writers and Critics, The author of 19 books of poetry, he works as a Professor of Albanian Language and Literature at the Gymnasium. He lives and works in Pristina.