Sunday, 10 March 2024

Three Poems by Angela Kosta

 



THE LIGHT OF SURVIVAL


The Light of Hope shines on the beloved
land furrowed by wounded edges where
the poverty lives naked.
There are undressed ladies
with wide open eyes
on the sidewalks full of corpses
with anxiety fed inside the garbage
with rotting food like stale bread crumbs as if they are for stray dogs.
But the Light of Hope triumphs it travels around the world on the paths where poor and sick people pass.
It's passes there like a torchlight procession to tell the beloved Earth to stops suffering.
It fed the poor in abundance
with the light of hope.
The oceanic light emerges and fills the cracks in the souls of the sick,
wherever they are. 
By embracing the light,
everyone recovers from the evils of the century:
Diseases and Poverty!



ASH SMILE


(In Remembrance of the Holocaust)

Dull eyes in icy tears
cold hands, foretold end on the eyelids
A desperate cry launched by brutality
translated into "Death" on racial laws
approved, confirmed with so much devotion
By those who had the power in their hands
to make the smile of human dignity disappear
Turning and stopping in the long queues
Children, women, men of all ages
Unnamed Numbers
branded mercilessly.
God Himself did not put an end to this act
allowed that "Why" to go unanswered
While the world applauded the whole scenery
breathing even for those who were forbidden to him
Shielding the teeth for those who wanted to
that the wheel of destiny would not get stuck.
It didn't take much for time to stand still
marked today as a great day of remembrance
beyond those travelled in vain
Persecution suspended over those who survived
But he can't forget.
Today, as well as yesterday
The Drama Continues
in other measures without shame
senseless wars and endless just as
human horror appears at the bottom of the sea
And the world continues to applaud
without opposition.



LYING SWAN

Waves of Thoughts
In Search of Persuasion
Awkward by taciturn memories
Premise repeated every morning
Where from afar with deception
Your hand reached mine
While my happy heart smiled
Believing in the sweet breeze of love
In that magical infinity of the sea 
Today in a storm equal to life
As well as my lacerated soul
Swan lying on the rocks
Where the roar of the waves throws it further
Elsewhere in a troubled world,
Haunted by a past that no longer exists
Maybe it never existed
Preterite in the trap of your eyes
Of your lips that emitted
Endless Words
Cheating candid, true feelings
Knowing the harm you were doing
Suppressing our oath
Everlasting Covenant
Today a spectre in oblivion.






Angela Kosta was born in Albania in 1973 and has lived in Italy since 1995. She is a translator, essayist, journalist, literary critic and promoter. She has published 11 books: novels, poems and fairy tales in Albanian, Italian and English. Her publications have appeared in various literary magazines and newspapers in: Albania, Kosovo, Italy, USA, England, China, Russia, Germany, Saudi Arabia, Lebanon, Algeria, Poland, Australia, Egypt, Greece, Spain, Tajikistan, South Korea, Hungary, India, Bangladesh etc.

Angela translates and writes articles and interviews for newspapers such as"Calabria Live", Saturno magazine, the newspaper "Le Radici", the international magazine "Orfeu", Alessandria Today magazine, the Nacional newspaper, the Gazeta Destinacioni, the magazine Perqasje Italo - Shqiptare , the international magazine Atunis - Belgium, collaborates with magazines in Lebanon, International Literature Language Journal (USA), Morocco, Bangladesh, etc.

Angela is Ambassador of Culture and Peace in: Bangladesh, Lebanon, Poland, Morocco, Canada, Algeria, Egypt, etc. Her work has been translated and published in 25 foreign languages and countries. In the second semester of 2023 alone, she was an author in 82 national and international newspapers and magazines with: poems, articles, interviews, essays, etc...




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