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When will the death Of Death ever come?from "The SiegeVisar Zhiti
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Let them shoot us in the head, My blood will grow rootsand will blossom.Visar Zhiti
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SOWING LIGHTNINGSeizeBolts of lightning from the sky And plant them in fields of life. They will grow like tender sprouts of fire. Charge somber thoughts With unexpected flash, You, my lightning in the soil!Visar Zhiti
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TIMETimeAnd how it slips through my fingers Without putting its ring on them, And I remain simply its loverVisar Zhiti
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The forest has shrunk And fear has expanded, The forests have dwindled, There are less animals now, less courage and less lightning, less beauty and the moon lies bare, deflowered by force and then abandoned.Visar Zhiti
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SECOND SUNSo much blood Has been spent in this world, But we have not yet built a sun of blood. Listen, my friend, To these trembling words: A second sun will be born of our blood in the form of a heart.Visar Zhiti
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It rains And rains And rains. But there is a sky above the rain, Nothing can rot the sky. Earth has turned to mud. What of it? The heart of the planet is made of fire, of ardent sun.(from "A Rainy Day")Visar Zhiti
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BLOODY LIPSThe bloody wound Of the gladiator Gurgles out life's end. The cries of acclimations from the stands Fill the sky with raging tigers. Waving their arms about to incite the masses The aging notables add an air of dignity to the arena. Making their separate entriesthey K N E E Lover the still-warm corpses Of the young. Their withered lips they pose Upon the fresh flowing wounds And, to prolong their lives — so they believe, Suck, ravenously suck out the blood, blood, blood. Fresh blood from the sun Flowing into filthy veins As into sewage pipes, And thus the Heart of the Nation is abandoned.Visar Zhiti
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Innocent droplets of rain Make almost all events Quite natural.(from "A Rainy Day")Visar Zhiti
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ABYSSOur country lives Among the dead And dies among the living Sometimes.Visar Zhiti
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Only with a leafcan I talk of the forest,Visar Zhiti
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THE CURSEMay they never Return home at night... May you have no part of eventide, May you have no room of your own, Nor road, nor return. May your days be all exactly the same, Five Fridays in a row, Always an unlucky Tuesday, No Sunday, May you have no more little worries, Tears or inspiration, For you yourself are the greatest worry on earth: Prisoner!Visar Zhiti
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IN OUR CELLSThey keep us in our cells For a long time... And, if we get out, We lug them with us on our shoulders, Like a porter with a chest of goods.Visar Zhiti
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Handcuffs weigh much more than gravestones.(from "Gratitude")Visar Zhiti