Lefter Shomo (poem)
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LEFTER SHOMO - ALBANIA
THE AURA OF MEMORIES
My neighbor hood's roads
Little pathways with blessings
Pains from my pubity
Alleys of dreams .
Little streets,narrow passages
Lonely pathways
Are the roads of my house
Now with my eyes closed
They lead me to doorstep .
I follow the devis
Of my very poor sky
A rain full of shooting-stars
Of the roof of my home.
The familiar road is short
That calls me to my home
Here is all the word
And all the humble people.
Mother stands and appears in front of my innermost dreams
Look her covered with her shawl
And you long for the shivering.
Very close as I go near
To my sweet mother's home
Golden moons embrace me
The Sun and the Evening Star.
Look ai it! Youth catches mi
Tightly it holds my hand
To cure nostalgia
That's waiting for me so.
My Sweetest do you remember the tent
As you kissed me softly
On the wet cement
My footprints have remained.
I was there,when you called me
Nothing can fade you away
The dust doesn't cease
As it brings the auras of memories.
(Translate by: Vasiliki Kallahani)
