E rrethuar jam nga qėnie njerėzore
Te cilat flasin e flasin
Dhe kėtė zakon e pėrsėrisin
Deri nė pafundėsi.
Ne jemi ajo qė pėrsėrisim ka thėnė Aristoteli
A mos kjo thėnie na bėn ne fjalė boshe?
Njerėzit zhurma kaotike formojnė nė hapesirė
Dhe unė e ndjej vecimin,
sa herė zhurmat kaotike pėrsėriten
Nuk kam qejf ti lė tė mė afrohen
Se kam frikė mos infektohem
Vetėm erėn lė tė mė llastojė shpirtin tim kundėrshtues
Nuk dua tė llastohem nga tė tjerė
Nuk kam qejf
Dua erėn, se vetėm me erėn ndjehem mirė
Vetem me erėn mund te flirtoj e lirė
Vetėm era mė pėrkėdhel ėmbėl.
Fjalėt shtohen, vetmia rritet
Dhe lidhja ime me erėn bėhet mė e fortė
Por mbetet shoqėri patetike.
Author notes
Loneliness in the Middle of People
Human beings are around me
who talk and talk
and, they repeat this habit
in infinity.
We are what we repeatedly do said Aristotle
Does this then, make us, vacant words?
The people chaotic sounds form in space
and I feel the segragation
when the chaotic sounds repeat.
I don't want to let them near me
Because I am worried, I will be infected.
Only the wind, I let,pamper my disobedient soul
I don't want to get pampered by others
I don't like the idea...
I want the wind, because I feel good only with the wind
Only with the wind, I can flirt free
Only the wind caresses me sweetly.
The words increase, the loneliness increases
and the bond between me and the wind becomes stronger
But it still remains a pathetic friendship.
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I wrote this because right now, I don't like being around people. They make me sick, and what makes me even more sick is that I am one of them, I am going to do what they do , I am going to lie eventually, cheat.
The wind symbolizes isolation, and the friendship is pathetic because you can never be isolated. People need people. We are addicted to each other.
Written September 29th, 2006
A contest entry
- Non-English Poetry by Pollycheck.
300 points, ended September 30, 2006, 32 entries
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VBeautiful write Stalla, I know what you mean about being disheartened and wanting to be away from people and the garbage they project.
smoosh. -
Falemnderit pėr futem im konkurs.
Ky ėshtė vėrtet njė shkruaj nė njerėzor natyrė. Unė pandeh ne gjithė dua te jam larg nga popull nė ēast kėshtu qė ne nuk do jam ndikoj prej ata. Por ai duhet tė jam njė shumė vetmuar botė nėse ti ishe vazhdimisht vetėm.
Thank you for entering my contest.
This is truly a philosophical write. I think we all want to be away from people at times so that we won't be influenced by them. But it would be a very lonely world if you were constantly alone. -
Wow, what a history. I'm glad that I got a comment from someone like you.
-Ana -
Me pelqen shume ideja qe ke shtruar ne kete poezi, dhe ti e di qe edhe une ndihem ashtu nganjehere.Good job.
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yes my dear, my mother's family name is Arnavut, which is The Albanian in Turkish, and my grandparents came as refugees from Manastir and Prizren. our last relatives fled to Istanbul during the war against Bosnia. so in Albania itself we dont have anyone. my grandparents spoke Albanian and Turkish, but we speak Turkish.
You know I thought i was talking to Neri because she forwarded it to me. glad to have met you my dear.
nermin -
Shume faleminderit mbretereshe Neri
.Ashtu them edhe une, me bukur tingellon ne shqip ngaqe eshte gjuha jone. Per ta publikuar...ehhh, nuk di se ku, se do ta beja me gjithe qejf.
Gjithsesi, faleminderit.
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Thank you very much Nermin. And, what do you mean by "my dear girl of my own origins"?
Are you...Albanian?
Thanks again
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addicted to each other unfortunately my dear girl of my own orignins. lovely write and very philophical mind and write my dear.
yes addicted is the word. flying with the wind free and detached if we could but out of the elements of wind we are not, addicted to the lowly elements and to earth and dirt we are. we the humans.
lovely write my dear.
love you
NERMIN (ARNAVUT) -
shum e bukur. mė pėlqen idea qė e ke shkruar nė gjuhėn tėnde. Mė e bukur ėshtė mė shqip, ndoshta ngaqė ėshtė gjuha jon. mbaj mend se unė jam shkodrane dhe harroj ti vė tė gjitha "ė" nė fund tė fjalėve. lol.
po me tė vėrtet, ke shkruar njė poezi shumė tė bukur. mundoju ta publikosh ne ndonjė revistė shqiptare, ose nė ato we lirohen nė internet. Loved it.
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